“Cirella …” I sing her name. “Come on, baby. I need to hear you say it. Tell us how sexy you are.”
“I-I’m sexy.” She forces the words out.
“Good.” I quicken my pace, and her moans do the same as Dean and I bring her to the brink. “Now you’re going to keep saying it while we make you come. You’re going to feel those words while you unravel.”
“I can’t,” she argues, resisting her orgasm.
She can try all she wants, but she’s fighting a losing battle. I slide my free hand around the back of her neck, stroking my thumb along her hairline.
Maybe a little edging will do her some good. She’ll have a harder time stopping it the next time around.
When I pull my hand away from her, she pouts, sticking her bottom lip out. Dean leans back, licking his lips with a wicked grin.
“You remember how good our tongues feel, don’t you?” I hook my fingers in her leggings, tugging them roughly as she lifts her hips. “Let us remind you.”
I peel her bottoms off of her legs, including her panties, tossing them across the room.
After I push to my feet, my shoes find the pile of clothes, and I unbutton my jeans, pushing the zipper down enough to give my cock some breathing room. “Stand up, baby.”
She obeys, and I take her place in bed, lying down on my back.
I crook my finger and gesture her back over to me, but she just stares in wonder. I signal for her to walk over, and this time, she hesitantly tiptoes my way, positioning herself between my legs.
With both hands at my sides, I flick my fingers toward me a couple of times. “All the way, baby, until that sweet pussy is dripping on my face.”
She swallows hard, her lips nervously pursing before tipping up at the sides. But she pushes past her fears, crawling up the length of my body on her hands and knees.
Fuck. My dick throbs at the view.
“Keep going.” Dean encourages her.
Ciri’s hair falls forward, creating a blonde halo around her pretty face.
Her knees press into the mattress beside my head as she straddles me, but she keeps her ass over my chest, not ready to fully commit.
Looking straight up at her, I lick my lips, salivating in anticipation. “Spin around.”
Holding my gaze, she slowly does as I asked, twisting at her waist and flattening her hands on my abs to help her fully turn. Her sweet aroma fills my nose as she hovers above me, only a few inches from my face.
Sticking my tongue out, I lift my head off the mattress, running the tip through the soft folds of her center.
“Ahh,” she gasps, her fingertips digging into my flesh.
The sting of pain makes my dick pulse, straining against the denim of my jeans.
“All the way, baby.” Dean’s voice is husky and gruff. “Push your hips down and ride his tongue.”
Relaxing, she lowers down, and I lose all sense of sanity as I bury my tongue inside of her, my hands instantly finding the roundness on the tops of her thighs and pulling her firmly against me.
“Mmm,” I grunt.
Rough and fast, soft and slow, I devour her sweetness as her moans sing in my ears.
“Take his dick out, Ciri. Show him how good he’s making you feel,” Dean tells her.
She moves without thought, her hands trailing down my torso to my jeans, where she makes quick work of the button.
God, I don’t know how long I’ll last with her hands on me, let alone her mouth. I’ve been dreaming about this for what feels like forever now, and I’m going to be a whimpering mess when she touches me.
