A needy whine falls from her lips, and she nods rapidly.
I curl my finger inside her, just to the knuckle. My cock springs to attention when she clenches around me. She’s soft and warm and... “So fucking wet.”
“Hmm.” She hums in response, lifting her hips to force me deeper.
“Fucking tight too, Willow. A perfect little pussy.”
“Wes,” she cries as I press my palm against her clit.
She thrusts against my arm, head thrown back, eyes closed, breath stuttered as she chases pleasure. She’s so fucking beautiful like this—unraveling just for me.
“Will you let me taste it, Wills?”
Her eyes snap open, lust-laced gaze landing on me. “Are... Are you sure?”
I pull out of her and drop to my knees. I grip the waistband of her shorts in both hands, peering up at her. She nods shallowly, lifting her hips to help me slip her clothing off, tossing it to the floor behind me. Her thighs tremble against my palms as I spread her wide. Willow bites her lip, and a blush crawls up her neck.
My gaze darts to the center of her thighs, and just as I imagined, her pink pussy is perfect. I’m fucking salivating at the sight—gleaming with her arousal.
“You are beyond words, Willow,” I rasp, breathless—thoroughly ruined. “Perfection.”
Raising my eyes to hers once more, I plead, “I’m so hungry, love. Please?”
She whimpers, and all I need is her soft nod of approval before I dive between her legs.
I dip my tongue into her, desperate for the first taste. Sliding up the length of her, I blow over her clit, kissing it gently before pulling back.
“You know I’m not experienced, baby, but I’m a quick learner,” I murmur against her skin. “And fuck, I’m eager to please. I wanna be real good to you, so...” I reach up and grasp her wrist, dragging her hand from the counter and into my hair, she immediately grabs hold of my strands. “Guide me where you want me. Tell me if I do something wrong andplease, tell me when I’m doing something right.”
She nods, chest heaving, eyes screwed shut. I keep my gaze fixed on her face as I slowly descend, gliding my tongue through her pussy again. I move over her in long, languid strokes, noting the trembling of her each time I reach her clit, and how she tightens around my tongue when I pierce her core.
She’s so wet—her arousal tastes like her skin, but headier. Deeper—more primal. Pure desire melting on my tongue. She’s fucking delectable. I take back everything I’ve ever claimed about lacking a sweet tooth, because Willow’s pussy is the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted, and I’ll be needing it every day for the rest of my existence.
I press deeper, burying my nose in her scent as I lap, groaning when she rocks her hips and forces me even closer. She drips into my mouth, and I swallow it hungrily—my mind reeling at the fact that it’s all for me. That I’ve done this to her. I’ve never been more determined about anything in my goddamn life than I am to get Willow to this finish line.
My entire purpose is narrowed to the center of her body—to giving her every ounce of pleasure she deserves.
She groans, nearly sounding frustrated, and my cock stands to full attention when she pulls my hair—forcing my mouth over her clit again. She’s taking control, demanding the rapture she’s chasing, and it’s the hottest fucking experience of my life.
I’ll gladly oblige.
I sweep my tongue over her bud, setting a rhythm that—by the way she repeatedly moans my name while fucking herself into my face—seems to be working for her. I don’t let up, even when I’m struggling to breathe. Even when her thighs tighten around my neck and begin to suffocate me.
Fuck. I’d love to die just like this.
I tease her entrance with my finger, dipping just inside. She arches into it, attempting to force me deeper as she whimpers, “Yes—that. Right there.”
“You want me to finger-fuck you too, Wills?” I ask, grinning up at her.
She only responds with a needy mewl, bucking against me.
I slip inside her, thrusting twice before adding a second finger. Sliding deep, I hold them there, curling slightly as I begin massaging her with a beckoning motion.
“Fuck.” A quiver shoots through her body. “Yes. Keep going.”
“Am I doing good, love?”
“So good,” she whimpers.
