“Hips forwards,” he croons, and kneels, tugging at my calf as he does so.
I’m half naked, and all inexperienced.
“Well done.” He nods his approval as I slide so my bottom is at the edge of the cushions. “So lovely. Nice and wet for me. I can see it seeping from between your lips. Now lean back and spread your legs, sweetheart. Show me your pretty little cunt and how much you need me to lick you.”
I do as he says, opening my thighs until my muscles complain. But the way he gazes at me makes every discomfort worthwhile.
“Closer.” He grasps my thigh and pulls me so my bottom almost hangs partly over the edge of the sofa.
“Your arm,” I protest.
“Is fine. And the best thing you can do is be a good girl and keep your legs wide for me. Let me eat your cunt in comfort.”
He lowers himself until his face is level with my pussy, and I’m dying here, but his expression is hungry. Ravenous, even. He looks like he’d really devour me. Like the secret place between my legs is the most perfect thing he’s ever seen.
“That’s it. Open for me, sweetheart.” He looks up, and his eyes narrow. Then he’s grabbed my hands and brought them both to my thighs. “Hold.”
I couldn’t be more exposed if I tried, and it’s hot and mortifying all at the same time. I still have my skimpy nightdress on, and that’s deliciously crude. Almost humiliating, but the way Reid clearly wants it tips me into arousal that’sonly heightened by the sharp edge of embarrassment that only makes me wetter.
“Such a good girl for me,” he croons, then presses his mouth to my inner thigh, several inches from where I’m wet and open for him. And I melt. His lips are soft, his beard is rough, and the combination is perfectly Reid. And he’s not holding back. He nuzzles me, switching to kiss the other side, and making deep, satisfied sounds as he gets nearer to the middle.
“You smell so good, sweetheart.”
My fingers dig into the backs of my knees as he reaches my slit, and takes a long, greedy lick.
I whimper as his tongue goes over my clit and it twitches up towards him. “Reid.”
“Yes, I’m going to. But I want to enjoy every part of you.” Then his mouth is on my clit and I’m light-headed. He starts slowly, but quickly escalates, kissing and sucking. Soon, I can’t form the thoughts about what he’s doing, because I’m a mess. There’s my juices and his saliva all over my inner thighs and around my pussy, as he buries his face between my legs and gorges himself. The sounds are obscene. They’re wet, and sticky, and I don’t know which of us is moaning, but I suspect it’s me.
I’m falling apart. It’s only strength of will that keeps my hands holding my legs up, because I’m on the edge of breaking and the last thing I want is to hurt Reid. Not that he seems to care. It takes me a second to notice when he isn’t just using his mouth. There’s a nudge at my passage entrance, and then his thick finger is sliding inside me, rubbing up on the inner walls in a way that makes my legs shake and seems to double the sensation of him on my clit. Combined with the roughness of his beard, every part of me is being stimulated, and it’s new and extraordinary.
“Come for me,” he rasps, and then sucks hard on my clit while withdrawing and shoving a second finger into me with an arrogant demand that I open for him. I utterly shatter, my eyes closing despite myself, and rolls of white-hot pleasure sweep out from where he’s touching me. I barely needed anything to come, and it’s because this man has a magic when he’s near me. I pulse and clench, my pussy trying to hold onto his fingers.
I’m wiped out, but Reid hasn’t finished. He’s still kissing me as I twitch and whine. His fingers ease in and out of my sopping pussy, and he licks up around the edge of my lips as though he loves the taste of me.
My brain is just static and fluff and butterflies.
And then another, wider pleasure seeps into me. Reid works his way closer to my clit, never touching, but I rock my hips as best I can, the slow, lazy spiral making me mindless with some need for more before I even recognise what he’s done.
I’m turned on again. He’s managed the impossible, and instead of the down after an orgasm, he’s crept my arousal up again.
“Reid,” I pant. “I…” I have no idea what I want to say. I never come twice in a row.
“Good girl,” he mutters, then his lips return to my clit and I’m just a creature of pleasure, unable to do anything but feel as he plays my body. His tongue gives firm licks and his fingers are pumping in and out of me now. It’s almost violent how quickly it builds this time. He’s learned me, and I’m his to do with as he pleases.
His.
Oh, to belong to him. To have the right to care for him, and be loved in return. I’d do anything. And this dedication to my satisfaction feels like love, as stupid as that thought is.I need him so much. I want this man in his entirety. All the gentle, sweet, funny, sharp, hard parts of him.
The starburst of orgasm takes me. I tumble into pleasure. It consumes me, sparking down every limb, making me weak.
I can’t control it this time, and my legs fall from my grasp. Reid catches them, easing my thighs onto his shoulders as he rests his head against the softness of my flesh there, and looks up at me. His silver hair is messy and he’s breathing fast. His face is shiny with my wetness, and it’s all over him. Right over his cheeks and even on his nose, as though he couldn’t get close enough.
I know the feeling.
“Callie.” My name on his lips sounds like a ragged prayer.
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