“Can I taste you here?” I ask, finger slipping between the wet folds of her pussy.
Ash thrusts up, like she’s dying for more contact.
Since the sex part of our relationship is newer, I haven’t eaten her out yet, and she hasn’t done it to me, but I want to try it.
“I…yes…fuck yes. If you want to,” she says.
“I want to,” I reply. “You have to tell me, though, if something I do doesn’t feel good or if you don’t like it. I don’t know how to please you if you don’t tell me.”
“Okay,” Ash replies. “I’ll tell you, but I already know everything you do to me will feel good.”
I chuckle. “Maybe I’ll be a natural at eating pussy.”
“Oh my God.” She laughs and covers her face. Aislin is so strong, so confident, and honestly, she rarely gets embarrassed.
“It’s cute when you get like this,” I say, moving my finger up to play with her clit. “All shy and sweet.”
“It’s because…” she gasps, undulating her hips. “Because things matter with you in a different way. I don’t have to hide with you.”
My finger stills, needing to hear what she’s going to say.
“I can drop my guard with you. I don’t have to be Aislin O’Shea, the girl who always has to prove herself. I don’t always have to be strong. I can justbe. And get shy, or embarrassed, or feel really overwhelmed with all the good feelings I get when I’m with you. I can let my walls down.”
Those words are the best I’ve ever heard. They cement my choice that this is right, thatwe’reright, despite who her family is and the things they do…the things Ash will always be a part of.
“I can let my guard down with you, too. All of that…what you said…I feel that way about you, too.” I roll on top of her, taking her mouth again. I can taste myself on her tongue, from when she licked her fingers. It’s not something I ever thought about doing before, not something I ever thought would be sexy, but it really is.
Will Ash like tasting herself on me, too?
I kiss down her body, stopping again to pay attention to her delectable breasts, before settling my body between her legs.
Ash is open for me, her shaved cunt so swollen and wet—clit engorged and begging for my tongue.
“Your pussy is so hot.”
“I’m so fucking wet for you, Z. Taste me.”
I spread her lips, take in the sight of her—all flushed and throbbing. I smell the heady, sexy scent of her arousal, and I swear I’m drunk from it.
“You smell like you want me.”
“I do,” she replies, just before I take my first lash at her with my tongue. Aislin cries out, the salty taste of her arousal bursting on my tongue.
I lick her again and again, circling my tongue on her clit, tasting every part of her, and hoping she likes it.
“Is this good?” I ask, breathing against her pussy.
“So good,” she replies before I’m on her again, face buried in her cunt, feasting off her and savoring every last drop of her wetness.
Ash’s hand moves to the back of my head, pushing me closer to her, body moving and rutting against me like she’s trying to ride my face.
I’m a mess from her juices, and I love it, want more of it, would love to taste her for the rest of my life.
I suck on her clit, then push two fingers into her. Ash’s hand tightens in my braids. Her thighs begin to shake, her pussy tightening around my fingers before she shatters. I continue licking her clit through her orgasm, fingers still tucked deep within her, pleasuring her until Ash is limp on the mattress. I slowly ease out of her, gently licking her up and down her slit, hoping it’s soothing to her.
When her hand falls away, I lie beside her. “I take it you liked that.”
“A-fucking-plus. No notes. Not that I’m surprised.”
