“Yes.” I rock my hips into his hand, desperate for his fingers to slip between my folds.
“Fuck.” The tip of his thick finger slides into me, then he slides it around and back up through my folds, finding my bundle of nerves. “You’re soaked, baby girl. I’ve barely touched you.”
“I’ve been thinking about you all day and what we did?—”
He silences me with his mouth, his other hand wrapping around the back of my neck to hold my head in place while his tongue fucks my mouth in long rough strokes and his fingers treat my pussy like he’s stroking a kitten.
Whispering against my lips, he says, “Take these off.” His fingers tug at the elastic to my bottoms and I push them down my thighs, the heat from the fire warming my bare skin.
“What about you?” I nod to the bulge under his zipper.
“All in good time. Tonight, I’m going to kiss your pussy better while you ride my beard like you rode Mr. Snuggles.”
Tingles make me shiver as I think about Mr. Snuggles between my thighs and how I would always imagine it was Sawyer, my papa bear. I never thought I’d get to do it for real.
He lies back on the rug. “Sit on my face, angel.”
I straddle his belly, my aching centre weeping on his checked shirt.
His hands glide up my thighs over the dimply skin until he reaches my behind. Gripping my ass, he urges me closer to his face.
Moisture gathers above my top lip with the heat of the fire, or it could be the adrenaline spiking as my heart thumps against my ribs. “I’ve never done this before. I’m not really sure what to do.”
Sawyer lets out a hearty laugh, his chest shaking beneath me. “I’ve seen you ride Mr. Snuggles. I think you have the hang of it.”
“But Mr. Snuggles doesn’t need to breathe.”
“Let me worry about breathing. If I need air, I’ll lift you up.” His fingers unbutton my top. I help him with the upper buttons as he works up from the bottom. “I want to make up for last night.”
“There’s nothing to make up for. I wanted everything you gave me last night.” I let my top fall open, exposing my breasts with no bra. He massages them, running his thumb over my nipple. My entire body is alight with an electrical buzz, as if twinkling like fairy lights.
He stares at my breasts, his thumbs flicking over my pebbled nipples. “I wanted your first time to be special with a man who loves you and worships the ground you walk on. A man who’s always gonna be there for you and take care of you. A man you look up to and even if it doesn’t work out, you can remember your first time and know it was out of love.”
I stroke his face, his beard tickling my palm. “You just described you. My first time was everything you just said and more. I want you to give me all my firsts.”
His eyes darken. “You realise that I’m also going to be your last? Ain’t no other motherfucker getting a taste of what’s mine.” His hands move back to my ass and yank me forward. “Now come closer so I can lick my precious pussy.”
With his hands holding on to my thighs, I shuffle forward until my centre hovers above his head. My knees tremble against the soft pile of the rug. His warm breath hits my sensitive flesh, sending a delightful shiver through me.
“Closer,” he says, his breath fanning my centre.
Widening my legs, I lean over on all fours and crawl past his broad shoulders, my knees on either side of his head. I lower my body back with only his hand guiding me until I reach his beard.
I gasp at the contact of the soft bristles against my soaked flesh.
“Sit.” His tongue darts out. The tip catching my swollen lips down there and my arms tremble as he holds me up.
“Ride my face like you rode your teddy bear.” He groans from the depth of his chest. “I want to smell your arousal in my beard for days.”
“Okay.” I lower myself more.
His hot mouth is on my centre, his tongue licking at my entrance. A groan vibrates from his lips, sending tingles straight to my clit.
I gasp again, the sensations nothing like with my teddy. My hips rock to seek more friction where I need it most.
His mouth when he kisses me is heaven, but this is like nothing I ever could have imagined. Heat ripples through my veins and fire sizzles under my skin.
With each lick of his tongue, I rock my hips in rhythm, finding a pattern. Tingles build in my core, each lick addingmore and more until the pressure is bubbling over like hot water in a kettle before the whistle blows.
