And there she is.
Her pretty pussy. Glistening. Swollen. Ready.
She has a small patch of hair above her mound. Not completely bare but trimmed. A few stray hairs that are so fucking natural, so real, that I love it immediately.
"Fuck, Nora," I breathe. "You're perfect."
I grip her inner thighs. Hold her open. And then I dive in. My tongue runs the length of her slit. Bottom to top. Tasting her fully for the first time.
She cries out. Her hands fly to my head, fingers tangling in my hair. Pulling me closer. I don't need the encouragement but I take it anyway. She extends her legs, bracing her feet against my shoulders. Leans her back against the wall for support.
And I keep licking.
Devouring her.
My tongue moves in broad strokes at first. Learning her. Mapping every fold and valley. Finding what makes her gasp versus what makes her moan.
She tastes incredible. Sweet and tangy and uniquely her. I swallow her juices, lap at her entrance, then drag my tongue up to circle her clit.
"Oh god," she whimpers. "Marcus, that's—oh fuck—"
Hearing her curse, hearing this woman who seems so sweet and gentle say *fuck* because of what my mouth is doing, that does something to me.
Makes me want to wreck her completely.
I focus on her clit now. Flicking it with the tip of my tongue. Fast then slow. Hard then soft. Trying to figure out what she needs. Her grip on my hair tightens. Almost painful. Almost.
"Right there," she pants. "Don't stop. Please don't—"
I don't stop.
I seal my lips around her clit and suck while my tongue keeps working. Keep the pressure steady. The rhythm constant.
Her thighs start to shake. Trembling against my grip. I can feel her getting close. Feel her body coiling tighter and tighter. So, I double down. Give her everything. Lick and suck and devour her like she's the only thing that matters in the world.
Because right now, she is. Right now, making Nora Hayes come apart on my tongue is the only mission that exists. And I never fail a mission.
Her breathing gets ragged. Desperate. Her hips start moving. Grinding against my face.
I let her. Encourage it. Want her to take what she needs.
"Marcus," she gasps. "I'm going to… I'm—"
I hum against her clit.
And she fucking orgasms.
Chapter 8 - Nora
I'm cumming on his mouth and I can't stop.
My whole body is shaking, trembling so violently I can't control it. Can't control anything. My legs wrap around his neck, locking him in place as wave after wave crashes through me.
Marcus doesn't stop licking. Doesn't pull away. He works me through the entire orgasm, his tongue relentless against my clit.
I squeeze tighter. Can't help it. My thighs are like a vise around his head.
He taps my legs. Hard. Urgent.
