His tongue swipes over that place where his beard just brushed, the delicate fold just outside my pussy, and I gasp, shocked and shrill.
"Morgan?"
"Wh-what?"
"It’s perfect.You're perfect."
"I should have shaved for you."
"You're a woman, Morgan, not a hairless child.I love it exactly…like…this."his tongue swipes over that same spot on the other side.I gasp, flinch, jerk, but can't snap my thighs shut, can only tug against the bonds futilely.
Now his lips touch me there, where his tongue just was.Left side, right side.I feel desire seeping out of me.With my legs apart, I can smell myself from here.
I hear him inhale, deeply."You love this, don't you?"he murmurs."Deep down, you love this.You're not really scared anymore, are you, Morgan?"
"I…"
His tongue-tip trails ghost-light up my seam, and I cry out, arching my back as the abrupt, alien sensation shocks the breath out of me.
I'm too stunned for a moment to be afraid—and that's when I realize…I'm not.
The ache is desire.
The nerves are anticipation.
The only voice I hear is his, demanding answers."How does that feel, Morgan?"
“I…I…”
Another slow slide of his tongue, flat and fat, against my seam, dragging my seeping essence over my wet skin, and he growls in his chest—an unmistakably male snarl of erotic desire.
"Oh…fuck," I whimper, my throat tight, my belly curled in, my thighs shaking."Noah?"
Another slow lick.“Talk to me, sweetheart."
"Oh god."
Lick.Lick.Lick.each one a slow, intentional swipe, unhurried and hungry and teasing."You taste so fucking good, Morgan."His hands carve up my thighs.
His thumbs press into my pussy lips and spread me open—I cry out at the exposure, feeling my juices drip down my flesh, feeling his gaze on my skin, feeling myself open and so, so vulnerable."This pussy, Morgan."His tongue stabs into me, spearing inside my folds."Fucking perfect.So fucking sexy.I want to devour you, Morgan.I want to eat this sweet tight wet pussy until you can't take anymore."
"Oh…fuck," I keen through gritted teeth, feeling my thighs quake and my belly clench and heat smash through me as his tongue delves inside me and scoops away my dripping need and then flits and flutters upward, stabbing against my clit with sudden, greedy force."FUCK!Oh god, Noah!Oh god oh god, oh-oh, ohhhh my god…Noah!"
"Does it feel good?"He growls, his words snarled against my sex.
"Yes!"I wail.
"Tell me how it feels, Morgan."
"So good."
"You want more?"
"Yes!"
"More what?"
"Eat me, Noah," I plead."Taste me.Take me.Eat my pussy.Please, Noah.Make me come.I need to come."
