AgainIexpect him to dive in but again he surprises me.Hestarts slow, kissing all around—soft presses to my mound, nuzzling my red curls and inhaling deeply.
“Fuck… you smell like heaven, baby,” he rumbles.
His lips brush my outer folds, tender kisses tracing the plump lips, nose rubbing my mound.
“So beautiful… this perfect little pussy… all pink and wet for me.”
His praise washes over me like sunlight, my heart pounding and my skin flushing hot with embarrassed pleasure.Ifeel cherished, desired—my nervousness melting into liquid need.
He kisses my inner thighs, his tongue flicking my sensitive skin and inching closer and closer to my center.Mypussy responds—lips parting naturally, swelling hotter andIget wetter and wetter, my juices bathing my inner thighs.Goddess, he’s driving mewild—every breath…every touch building unbearable tension.
He licks up the honey on my inner thighs but still manages never to touch my pussy—or the aching bud of my clit.Idon’t thinkIcan stand much more, andImake a little moaning sound and buck my hips, silently asking him for whatIreally need.
At last,Theronlooks up, chin glistening faintly and eyes blazing.
“Are you ready, baby?”he asks.“Readyto let me taste this hot little pussy?”
My stomach flutters like a thousand butterflies just took flight andIfind myself nodding eagerly.
“Yes…yes,please,”Ibeg.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, his voice thick with need.“Thenjust open up for me and let me in.”
I let him part my thighs even wider, my knees falling open to brush the cool moss beneath me and finally…finallyhe tastes me.
He still takes it slowly, his tongue gliding flat from the entrance of my pussy to clit in one languid stroke.
Pleasure sparks explode through me—warm, shimmering waves radiating outward as he does it again…and again…and again.
“Oh… ohGoddess…”Igasp, my hips bucking of their own accord.“OhTheron, please!”
He hums approval at my reaction, the vibrations tingling through me as he explores—lapping my outer lips, then dipping to my entrance for more of my nectar before circling my clit with feather-light swirls.
Sensual and unhurried, he savors me like some kind of sacred wine—his tongue painting every inch of me, lips sucking gently as his nose nuzzles my curls.
“Mmm, baby—you have the sweetest pussyI’veever tasted,” he rumbles.“Sucha good girl to let me taste you.”
I can’t help moaning as sparks dance through my entire body.Somehowmy fingers find his horns—smooth, and warm, and curved perfectly for gripping.Igrab, instinctively, tugging hard asIgrind shamelessly against his face.Butthen freeze—amIpulling too hard?Idon’t know how sensitive they are.Maybehe won’t like me tugging on them.
Theron pauses and looks up, his eyes lazy with lust and his lips shiny with my juices.
“Why did you stop, baby?Ifucking love it when you grab my horns.”
“You…you do?”Ipant, still breathless from the pleasure.
He nods, grinning wickedly.
“Fuck, yes!Usethem to guide me—put me where you want me—where youneedme.”
Emboldened,Igrip tighter, pulling him to my aching clit.
Theron rumbles approval and teases it lovingly—flicking, circling, then sucking the throbbing little pearl between my lips.
“OhGoddess,Theron!Yes… right there…don’t stop!”Ipant, my hips rolling.“Ohplease,I’mgetting close!”
Dipping lower, his tongue slides inside me—warm…probing…thrusting gently.
I moan his name, my inner walls fluttering around the intimate invasion.
