She complied, closing her eyes as if savoring the taste. I smiled. She was fucking perfect. Rolling my tongue over her lips, I breached the seam and slipped my tongue inside her mouth. The kiss was long, hard, and deep. I nibbled and sucked the plump flesh until they turned pink and swollen.
I stepped back and when she was looking at me again, I strummed her clit and her hips bucked. My hands on her thighs, holding her open, I leaned down and dragged my tongue over her slit.
“Oh, God,” she cried out.
Sucking on her clit, I gripped the sensitive nerve between my teeth, tugging on it until her hips jerked. I locked my arms around her thighs and sank my tongue deeper into her slick entrance, forcing her body to tighten.
“I need to come.” She was breathing harder and faster now. I slipped a finger into her pussy in short quick thrusts while increasing the suction on her clit. “Oh, God, yes.” Arching her back, her nails digging into her thighs, she pulled in sharp breaths. She was just about to come, and I pulled back. “No,” she gasped. “Please.”
“Not yet,” I chuckled and was rewarded with a death glare.
“God, you’re frustrating.”
“And you want me.” I winked.
“What can I say. It seems like arrogant assholes get my pulse racing,” she scoffed.
“And your pussy wet.”
She rolled her eyes.
Chuckling, I locked gazes with her and dragged a forefinger over her clit, through her wet slit, and further down to press between her ass cheeks. “Fuck, you’re drenched, and I haven’t even made you come yet.” Her leaking pussy coated my finger, keeping it wet. “Has anyone fucked you here?”
“No.” She squirmed when I caressed the puckered hole then pressed in lightly.
“Would you let me fuck you here?” I teased her clit with my tongue while I pushed my finger in, up to the first knuckle.
Those beautiful grays turned darker and widened. Not from shock. From arousal. She inhaled sharply. “Please,” she whispered.
“What do you want, Ash?”
“To come.”
“Grab on to the edge of the table above your head.” She looked confused for just a second. “It’s going to be a rough ride” I winked “I might make you cry.”
The second she gripped the table, I used my tongue and teeth to lick, suck and nip on her clit, while keeping my finger in her ass. Her tortured moans grew louder by the second. When I sank my tongue into her flooded entrance, her pussy spasmed. “Trent,” she cried. Her entire body jerked, and she came hard.
I wasn’t done. Lapping up her cream, I pushed my finger deeper in her ass and thrust my thumb in her pussy. She twisted, trying to get free but my hand splayed on her stomach kept her in place. This time, I sucked harder and faster, my tongue a brutal dance over her clit. She bucked a couple of times when I bit down on the swollen bundle of nerves. Her whimpers told me she was close. Not holding back, I gave her what she wanted. Driving my tongue deeper and harder, I relished the sweet taste of her moans that grew louder with each sweep, each bite, each suck.
“Oh, God, Trent. Stop.” She was shaking. Yet in dire contrast, she undulated—more like shoved her pussy against my face. I flattened my tongue, dragged it relentlessly over her clit before thrusting it beside my thumb still in her pussy, and fingering her ass at the same time. Her whole body tightened. I glanced up, eyes squeezed shut, her face tensed in arousal and was so fucking beautiful. I gave her one last rigid suck and it took her over the edge. Her lips parted in a silent scream as her pussy spasmed for the second time. I circled her engorged clit and helped her ride the wave of her orgasm.
“Ash?” I called out when I straightened. Her eyes opened, half-lidded and glazed and sure enough, tears leaked down the sides. “You okay, sweetheart?” She nodded. Her legs, however, were still trembling and sporadic jerks shook her body. I scooped her up in my arms and her head lolled against my shoulder. Smiling, I carried her over to the bed and settled her into the pillows.
When I returned from the bathroom, she was already sleeping. I took a moment, to watch her, devouring her beauty, her serenity and reveling in one fact. She was back where she was supposed to be, in my arms and more importantly, in my life.
As I slid in next to her and pulled the covers over us, she snuggled into my chest, letting out a low sigh. “Goodnight, Krisha,” I whispered before closing my eyes.
