"I'm not doing anything, Brys. You are."
She loses the rhythm, then, when her legs buckle, and her balance gives out. "Please, Jakob. I—I can't. I need you to—" even her voice gives out, then. "Please." It's soft, breathy, and desperate.
"Ask." I drive my fingers inside her, plunge them deep, fuck her with them. "Ask for it, Brys."
"Make me come. Please, Jakob."
"Be specific."
"Anything, goddammit. Fuck me. eat me out. Finger me until I come. Anything, Jakob, just please fuck, let me come."
"You have to ask for what you want, Brys."
"Eat me—fuck, please, Jakob. Please. Eat me out. Fucking…devourmy pussy. Let me ride your face. Please. I'm begging, Jakob. I'll suck your cock again. I'll doanything you want, please, just—just please fucking god eat my pussy."
I drop to my knees with my back to the window—this is a Best Western, tragically, so the windows are waist-high. The effect isfar more dramatic when she's pressed up against floor-to-ceiling windows with all of Manhattan spread below her. But this…it's almost hotter for the fact that we're three floors up and a hotel patron is watching us from the parking lot.
I put everything but Brys out of my mind, then; she is a goddess, and she deserves worship.
I wonder if she is cognizant of her own majesty, her intoxicating beauty, her seductive eroticism.
I extend my tongue and drag it along her seam, making her shudder deliciously. "Ahhhh god, Brys. You taste like fucking honey."
She groans. "Jakob. Oh god."
I taste her slit again, dragging my tongue over her plump, delicate lips, which glisten with her dripping desire. Again and again, until she's quaking and panting.
"Have you ever tasted yourself, Brys?"
"No, Jakob."
"Look at me." Her eyes drop to mine at my command, her brow furrowed with wide eyes, mouth hanging open; I hold her gaze without blinking as I drive a finger inside her channel, withdraw it dripping and slick, and then lick it clean like a kid with a bowl of brownie batter. "Your turn."
It amuses me that this makes her cheeks flame. But yet, she obeys. Hesitantly, her hand drifts to her core. I carve my hands up the backs of her thighs and take this moment to enjoy the broad, round wonder of her perfect ass. She pauses, one finger at the apex of her seam, and then she's got her finger in her pussy, pulls it out, hesitates again… and then pops it into her mouth. Her face goes through multiple expressions in a quick sequence.
"Oh." A blush, a shy smile. "Oh, wow. I…Oh."
"My turn."
"Oh god, yes, please." Her hands feather through my hair as I bring my face between her thighs, and she whimpers when my tongue drags up her seam. "Jakob!"
No more games. It's time for Brys to come.
I drive two fingers inside her pussy without warning, and she jerks, panting. slow thrusts of my fingers at first, and then I taste her slit, lick away the juices coating her lips. Find her clit, a hard, erect little nub of nerve endings—more than ten thousand of them, to be precise. I devour her as if trying to lick each individual nerve fiber. That is to say, greedily, ravenously. She's quiet for the first few minutes. Gasping, panting, whimpering, all sotto voce.
But then, when she begins to shake and tremble, and I give her a third finger and thrash her clit with my tongue in a relentless barrage, she begins to wail and sob, and then to cry out, shrill and breathy.
I feel her pussy clenching around my fingers, feel her belly go taut, and she hunches over me while dipping at the knees and thrusting against my face. She slaps a hand on the window to brace herself, clutching my head between her shaking thighs with the other, and she rides my face, grinds against me rabidly, desperately.
Her grip on my head is fierce and powerful—holding me where she needs me as I ravage her with my tongue and fuck her with my fingers. "Yes! Oh fuck yes! Oh god, oh god. Jakob, please. Please. Oh god, please. I'm—I'm gonna come, Jakob. Oh god, I’m gonna come so hard."
"Give it to me, Brys," I demand. "Now. I want you to come for meright now."
"YES!" It's a scream.
She comes.
She screams again, wordless and breathless. Her legs give out all at once and I barely catch her in my arms before shecollapses. I guide her to her back on the floor. She's quaking, shaking, spasming, panting.
