“Sweetheart,” I say, and tip her chin up so she has to meet my eyes. “Do you want me to keep going?”
She hesitates, then nods.
I start with the zipper at her side, slow and careful. The fabric parts with the faintest whisper. I slip the straps from her shoulders, one after the other, exposing the perfect shell of her collarbone and the faintest blush of pink at the tips of her breasts. She’s wearing a bra, pale blue, cheap but pretty, and it makes her seem even more naked.
“Beautiful,” I murmur, and it’s not a line. She flushes, but doesn’t look away.
I ease the dress down her body, past her hips, and let it puddle on the floor. I take her hands and guide her up, turning her to face me. I unhook her bra, slow, watching her face the whole time. She’s scared and excited, breathing fast.
When the bra falls away, her breasts are enormous, with pink nipples that peak in the cold air. She’s so beautiful that I moan low in my throat before touching one, just a fingertip, and she shivers all over.
“You’re so sensitive,” I growl. “I like that. What size are these?” I ask, pulling at a hard tip. She closes her eyes for a moment, loving the tug on her sensitive peak, and then manages to say, “They’re Double D’s. My tits started growing early and by eighth grade, they were this big. It was hellish.”
“I’ll bet you were irresistible to the boys,” I growl before leaning forward to lick a pink tip.
She lets out a gasp of pleasure, and I smell it then - the unescapable scent of female desire. Her pussy must be sweltering, and I smile devilishly.
I run my hands down her ribcage, over her hips, to the waistband of her underwear. It’s cotton, printed with tiny blue hearts. I almost laugh at the sweet panties, but the tenderness of it hits me in the teeth.
“May I?” I ask, thumb hooked in the elastic.
She nods.
I slip them down, revealing the tiny patch of pale blonde hair at the top, and then the beauty that I’ve been waiting for. Her pussy is swollen and glistening, and looks so tight that it’s probably painful. I kneel, kiss her hipbone, and run my hands along the inside of her thighs.
She’s shaking now, both legs vibrating like I’ve run a current through them.
“Lie back,” I say, and she does, arms splayed and hair a golden river over my sheets.
I open her thighs and just stare for a moment at the beautiful pussy before me. She’s wet already, but not dripping—just a littleglisten at the seam. Her clit is hooded, shy, and her lips are pale pink, pressed together so tight it looks like they might refuse me.
“Fuuuck,” I groan.
“What is it?” she asks, suddenly alarmed.
“Nothing,” I rasp. “You’re insanely beautiful, that’s all.”
Then I lower my mouth to the softest skin above her knee, and kiss up, slow, to the inner thigh. She’s breathing faster now, and when I reach her pussy, I nuzzle it with my nose. She gasps, lifts her hips, then slams them down as if surprised by her own need.
“Don’t be shy,” I rasp. “I know you have a horny cunt, sweetheart. That’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
I run my tongue along the seam of her lips, just once, and her whole body lifts off the bed.
“Oooooh!” she wails softly, cupping her big breasts. “Ahhh!”
I grin and I do it again, then circle the tip of my tongue around her clit, not touching, just letting the heat of my breath build.
“Please,” she whispers. “Oh god!”
“Please what?” I tease, but my own voice is breaking.
“Touch me, Thomas,” she says, and it’s so raw I nearly lose control. “I need it.”
I press my tongue flat to her wetness, and she arches, hands fisting in the sheets. I lick slow, up and down her swollen slit, feeling the muscle in her thighs tense with every pass. I go a little harder, a little faster, and she starts to moan, low and soft.
“God, you taste so good,” I tell her, and she makes a strangled noise.
“Mmmm!”
