My first taste of Victoria’s nectar delivers a stronger high than anything I’ve ever felt before. Her musky, slightly sweet taste bursts on my tongue and coats my tastebuds, and any semblance of control I was holding fast to shreds into ribbons.
I fall on her like the starved man I am, spearing my tongue inside her. Her cries, arches, and pleas echo through the room, her taste and scent fill my senses, and her ragged begs and moans spur me to eat until my plate is clean.
I press my thumb to her clit, and she sobs. I rub a finger over her other hole down below, circling it, and her trembles intensify into full-body shivers.
I have to prepare her.If I don’t, the next part might hurt. I might assume she were a virgin if she didn’t mention other partners; she’sthatfucking tight.
I replace my tongue with one finger, then two, stretching her channel and gritting my teeth. My lips fix around her clit and suckle gently at the same time my fingers reach up to tweak her nipple.
That’s all it takes. She comes with full-body convulsions that rattle the mattress, releasing a loud cry of almostpainfulpleasure.
At the same time, any control I had over my own body melts away. My tingling spine is the only warning I get before I erupt in my pants like a goddamn kid who just discovered PornHub.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
My hips instinctively grind against the bed, while my mind fills with images of how hard I’ll be fucking her tight cunt in a few minutes. We ride out our orgasms together—her screaming, me groaning—until all that’s left are slight shivers and aftershocks.
“That,” she breathes, “Was the best orgasm of my life.”
“Same,” I admit, almost begrudgingly.
She lifts herself onto her elbows and looks down at me, eyes wide with surprise. “What?”
“You heard me.” My jaw ticks.
“You—”
“Yes.”
“Just now? In your pants?”
“Yes,” I snarl.
“Oh my God.” Her lips part. “That is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever heard or imagined.” She swallows hard. “Can I… clean you up?”
“I’ll hop in the shower before—”
“Not like that.” She slowly sits up, planting her hands on my chest. One hand travels lower to my pants, pressing against my groin. God help me, I nearly come again.
I gaze down at her, shocked. “Yes.”
Her fingers are dainty but deft as they unbutton my slacks and push them down, alongside my damp boxers. I help her get them all the way down, kicking them carelessly to the floor, then let her guide me until I’m lying flat on the bed.
“I’ve…” she bites her lip. “Never done this before.”
Fuck.Now I’m hard again and imagining all the other things she’snever donethat I’ll gladly introduce her to.
“If I’m doing it wrong—”
“Sweetheart, there’s norightorwrong.If all you do is keep staring at my cock like that, it’ll be better than my fantasies.”
I don’t realize how true the words are until they slip out. I’ve had many late-night fantasies about Victoria, for longer than I’d care to admit. I’ve laid in this bed and stroked myself off to images of her with me, but none of those orgasms were half as satisfactory as coming in my pants like a moron just now.
She swipes her finger up the the side of my shaft andsucks it into her mouth. She gives a low moan. "I like the way you taste."
Holyfuck, this woman is a dream come true.
She wraps her fingers around my base and gives me a squeeze. I hiss out a breath, sliding one hand into her hair and twisting the other in the bed sheets. I’m already getting hard again,after coming so forcefully I nearly passed out.
