Her hands were now on his head, her fingers laced into his hair.
There. He had her skirts up, her long thighs parted, and he was faced with the loveliest quim he had ever seen. Wet, pink, swollen, framed by dark curls. He didn’t remember it being this lovely back in September but, of course, the lamp had been at the head of the bed and he had been primarily interested in using his hand on her and then his cock. But now he was going to have his face in this lush flower.
“So beautiful, darling, you’re so beautiful.” He kissed the delicate skin of her inner thighs. “Phin is going to kiss you everywhere now, you understand, darling? And he is going to make your nubbin sing, he promises. He does.”
And now Phin is going to shut up, he told himself and began to apply his lips, only his lips to her sweet flesh. He breathed through his nose, trying to suck up every bit of her wonderful, most intimate scent.
He heard nothing.
He looked up. Her eyes were on him. She was biting her lip.
“Are you all right, darling?”
She nodded.
“Do you like what I’m doing so far?”
She nodded.
“You have to give Phin a little encouragement.”
She took her hands off his hair. She frowned. “You t-t-t-told me to be b-b-b-be quiet.”
Very gently, making his tongue soft, he licked her from her opening up to her nubbin. Mmmmm. Her taste was as heady as her scent.
Her head went back and she groaned. All he could see now was her neck, the underside of her chin and jaw. He licked her again, taking the same path. She groaned again.
Still keeping his tongue soft, he lapped at her nubbin, feeling it harden. He would lap at it five or six times and then move off it, taking his tongue down to her entrance or to her inner lips. Then he would come back to her nubbin and worry it again.
Her groans had a new timbre and roughness to them. Could it be frustration? Her nubbin was very hard now, completely out of the hood.
He took it in his mouth and sucked on it, while flicking his tongue over it. She spasmed and her head snapped up and she looked at him.
Oh, no. Had he gone too far? Was she going to climax right now? No, he had stopped in time.
He made his tongue soft and started licking and teasing other parts of her pink tenderness. He moved down to her entrance and felt around the edges and then put his tongue inside her. His cock twitched, wanting to be where his tongue was. Time enough for that once he had gotten what he really wanted from her.
He moved his tongue back up to the top of her cleft. But he didn’t touch the nubbin, he touched everywhere but the nubbin. His tongue danced around it.
Caro’s noises were continuous, low and reverberating. Quite how he imagined a bear might sound. Her hands were gripping and twisting the damask covering the sofa. He was sure she was seconds away from ripping the upholstery from the frame.
“Darling?”
She raised her head. Her eyes looked crazed to him.
He kept his eyes locked on hers and made his tongue very thick and wide and again licked her everywhere except her nubbin.
“P-p-p-pleathe,” she begged him.
“Darling, do you want to spend for Phin?”
“Yeth,” she yelped.
He gave one quick lick to her nubbin. She made a face that indicated she felt either agony or exquisite pleasure. Or both, simultaneously.
“Are you a woman of your word, Caro?”
Her head fell back, driven into the sofa by her body arching upward.
