Now she's letting me.
And I'm going to make her forget every other man she's ever kissed.
I push the dress up, bunching the fabric at her waist. Gorgeous legs, lace underwear—light blue, with a wet spot—and my restraint snaps.
"Liz. Jesus, look at you."
"Dean…"
"Let me taste you."
I slide her underwear down her legs and around her ankles. I pocket them without thinking.
She laughs. "Did you just?—"
I look up at her. "Problem? It's mine now."
"You gonna wear them?"
"Very funny, Liz."
"I'd pay to see that video."
"Shhh!"
My hands are on her thighs, spreading her before I drape one leg over my shoulder. Her hands brace against the mirror for balance.
Fuck. This doesn't feel real.
With my thumbs opening her folds, I drag my tongue along her slit.
Her hand flies to my hair, gripping hard, and she gasps my name. The sound makes me roll the flat of my tongue over her, side to side. Fuck, I just found my favorite meal.
"Dean, oh God, Dean."
I've never heard my name sound like that. Another lazy lick, my tongue parts her before I tease her clit give it a light suck, and nibble on it.
"You taste so fucking good, Liz."
She moans, hips rolling against my mouth.
"That's it. Let me hear you."
I press open-mouthed kisses along her pussy, sucking lightly on the folds before returning to her sensitive button.
"You're so fucking wet. Is this for me? You're dripping already."
"Yes! God, yes."
"Say my name again. Like that. Exactly like that."
"Dean—"
Liz starts to say something else, but it morphs into a low, long moan when I slide my tongue inside her. Her pussy immediately clenches.
Ah, so she likes this.
I plunge in and out of her, an imitation of what my cock will do to her pussy later, while my thumb circles her clit. Her nails dig into my scalp, and I enjoy the sharp sting.
