“Sit on my face, baby.” I grinned, reaching up to cup her hips and tug her gently toward me. “Let me taste that gorgeous pussy.”
“You don’t mean likeactuallysit—”
“Did I stutter?”
She glanced back at me and bit her lip. “Are you sure? I don’t want to, you know . . . suffocate you.”
“Bella, that’s the goal. I dream of your gorgeous thighs wrapped around my head, your perfect pussy grinding againstmy mouth until you come all over my face. I want to drown in you.”
She still looked unsure, so I gave her ass a light, playful spank. Apparently, that was all the encouragement she needed.
She lowered herself slowly,tooslowly, and I yanked her down the rest of the way.
The first press of her slick heat against my tongue made me groan loud enough for her to feel it. The honey dust dissolved instantly, turning her taste into something sweet and addictive.
Mm, heaven.
My tongue swept through her folds, lapping up her arousal, circling her clit as she settled over my mouth.
She gasped, bracing herself on my thighs, hips rocking tentatively at first. I encouraged her with my hands, squeezing her ass, guiding her to grind harder. When she found her rhythm, I rewarded her with another light spank. The slap echoed through the quiet room.
“Do you like that, baby?” I growled against her.
“Mm-hmm.”
“Want more?” I punctuated my question with another light slap.
“Yessss.”
I kept my tongue relentless, alternating between broad, flat licks that covered every inch of her and sharp, pointed flicks directly on her swollen clit. Each time she ground down harder, chasing the friction, I rewarded her with another firm spank, harder than playful now, the sharp crack of my palm against her ass ringing out.
Her thighs quivered around my ears, muscles tightening then releasing. I could feel the heat blooming across her skin where I’d struck, the faint sting, I knew, she craved because every time my hand landed, she clenched around nothing.
“Take my cock back in your mouth, Arabella.”
“Fuck, Bennett—” Her voice broke. She leaned forward with a groan and sucked me deep between her lips.
The dual sensation hit me like a fucking freight train.
Her lips sealed tightly around me again, sliding down until I nudged the back of her throat. The vibration of her moan traveled straight up my shaft, making my balls draw up tight.
She was sucking harder now,messier.Every bob of her head dragged her tongue along the thick vein underneath, and when she hollowed her cheeks on the upstroke, I swore I saw stars.
I groaned into her pussy, the sound vibrating against her clit. She jolted, grinding herself shamelessly against my face.Good girl.I fucking loved this side of her, loved the way she trusted me enough to let go.
This was so far from the Bella who kept her spice cabinet color-coded, who made pros-and-cons lists for every decision bigger than what to order for lunch, who had a spreadsheet titled “Potential Sexual Positions” on her phone.
I had seen it firsthand . . . right after she’d deleted her digital folder of dick pics.
But right now? That Bella was nowhere in sight.
The woman riding my face was pure instinct, hips rolling without apology, muffling her moans around my cock like she couldn’t decide whether to beg or keep sucking me dry.
Every time I spanked her ass, sharp cracks that left her pink, she clenched around my tongue and sucked me harder. She wasn’t thinking about tomorrow or next week or whether this would change things between us. She was just taking.Enjoying.Losing herself in it the way I always wanted her to.
I rewarded her with another hard smack, then soothed the sting with my palm before spreading her wider so I could get my tongue deeper. She whimpered around me, the sound turning into a full-body shudder when I sucked her clit hard and flicked it fast. Her rhythm faltered.
Fuck.That little hitch nearly undid me.
