For this interlude, she would forget our ordeal. For now, she would know only bliss.
Releasing Aspen’s breast, I clamped her mouth into another kiss. Then I wrenched myself away and murmured an instruction. “Turn.”
Gasping from the onslaught, Aspen complied. Wheeling away from me, she scuttled in the opposite direction and bracketed herself on all fours, her thighs splitting above my torso. The hem of her skirt cascaded over those shapely hips, and the globes of that ass hitched upright, the beautiful swells filling my vision.
Warmth radiated from the vent in her legs. The temperature indicated how wet she had become.
My tongue watered. Maneuvering around rope binding my hands, I eased the skirt high, flipping it over her waist. And I fucking died a hundred deaths.
Between the slit of her drawers, that bare pussy splayed before me. Pink. Damp. Through the aperture, the slim line of her intimate lips glistened with arousal.
Fuck. As the inebriating fragrance of musk brimmed from her core, my head swam. I would swallow every drop and feast on her until she collapsed.
Using my thumbs, I spread the opening. Aspen made a pleading noise as the textile ripped, the stitches unraveling. Exposing more of her soaked walls rewarded me with an unhampered view, the oval of her center dark and the peg of her clitoris distending.
With a rumble, I framed the scoops of her backside. Then I nestled my face into the gap, unfurled my tongue, and ran the tip over her sodden flesh.
Aspen snapped into an arch. A cry punched from her throat.
Uttering a sound of encouragement, I towed up and down her crease. Tilting her buttocks offered me a steep angle to trace her pussy. With patience, I sketched the flanks, catching the liquid that spilled from her.
Sobs wrung from Aspen’s lungs. Her limbs shook as I swabbed those delicate lips, tipping back and forth. The precious taste of her cunt leaked onto my palette, the wetness heating the blood in my sac.
Slowly, she rolled forward and backward. Matching my rhythm, Aspen bucked at a gradual pace, swaying atop the edge of my tongue.
“Oh, Aire,” she wept. “Oh, fuck.”
I sensed everything. Each small rupture. Each static jolt. Tension wracked her muscles, the shade of her pussy deepening along with her moans.
In her pleasure, I found absolution. In her embrace, I discovered my purpose.
With a gentle growl, I probed my tongue. In cadence to her rocking, I jabbed into her with short bursts that had Aspen howling. From this alone, I could come with a roar.
Somehow, I withstood the agony. My tongue pumped in and out, tapping a spot that extracted cries from her. Venting both thighs farther, Aspen jerked quicker, riding my mouth.
Hissing, I pitted my fingernails into her ass and fed. The stud of her clitoris rose, beckoning me. With conviction, my lips snatched the nub and exerted pressure, sucking in tempo to her movements.
Strangled noises lurched from Aspen’s mouth. “Oh… my… fucking… god!”
So I sucked harder, longer. The notch of my tongue joined, licking the sensitive peak.
Inconsolable, Aspen surged upright. Flipping the rope behind her scalp, she pulled the restraints taut, the position hoisting her tits into the darkness.
I released her clitoris and marveled at the spectacle. Her stunning body bowed into the eventide, her arms bent and spanned outward, her wrists extended as far as they could go. Like this, she threatened to sever the bonds.
Mine. Hers.
My captivated groan tolled through the chamber as she lowered herself onto my mouth. I pistoned my tongue, meeting her speed. Fastening onto her backside, I relished every sweep of her cunt while she bobbed in place.
We grunted in unison. My lips and her walls beat together until Aspen’s muscles clenched, her pussy tightening around my tongue.
She would come for me, for herself, for us. She would climax to the treetops.
And I would follow her there.
Aspen buckled swiftly, and I licked her deeper, and life narrowed to her disjointed cries. The pleats of her cunt rippled. The climax struck with an indomitable force, racing through her body all at once.
She reeled backward and held fast, then fractured apart. Shouts launched from Aspen’s mouth, her pleats convulsed around my tongue, and a warm stream washed into my mouth. I swallowed as she came loud and long, her bones quaking, her thighs falling open around my head.
