Page 3 of Seein’ Red

“You know what happens to naughty girls.”

“Enlighten me.”

His mouth is pressed to mine so fast, there’s no time for any other response. The talking portion of the program is over. Fine by me.

We continue to make out, our kisses a mixture of hard, fast, slow, sensual, and everything in between. It’s easy to get lost in this. In the feel of him against me, our skin slick with sweat, our bodies in tune with each other and our needs. Knowing what the other wants and how we like it. Fulfilling the need.

A need that is growing stronger and stronger the longer he’s pressed against me like this. With each shift of his body, his cock glides against my pussy, narrowly avoiding my clit. If I didn’t know better, I’d think he was doing it on purpose. Which, maybe he is.

If there was a way to make that happen, this man would do it.

It’s time I take matters into my own hands.

I snake a hand between us, sliding it toward my core. He stops me though. Breaking our kiss, he grabs my hand, pinning it to the bed.

“Nuh-uh,” he playfully scolds. “We’ve talked about this, Princess. That pretty little pussy belongs to me. I’m the one who gets to play with it. I’m the one who gets to make you come.”

Ohhhhhhhh….

My insides combust, my limbs going weak, making me thankful that I’m not currently reliant on any of them to hold me up. That mouth of his gets me every time.

Hot, wet, open-mouth kisses leave a searing trail as he makes his way down south, settling between my legs. He spreads me as wide as I can go, inhaling deeply.

“Now that really is a pretty pussy.”

He swipes at me, his tongue barely making contact. Just enough to know he’s there. As if the feel of his gaze wasn’t enough.

A kiss to the inside of each thigh, then he blows softly against my flesh, making me tingle with anticipation. I need him so badly I can taste it.

“Look at how wet you are.” He swipes again. I cry out, even more desperate than before. “I love how responsive you are, Princess. Knowing that all this is for me. That this pretty pussy is all mine.”

Pleaasssee, I silently beg. I don’t dare do it out loud, because I know what that will get me. Only more teasing. And I honestly don’t know how much more I can take.

“Does my naughty girl want more?”

I nod.

“Say the words, Willa. Ask for it.”

“Please.”

“Please what.”

“Please…just, please…make me come.”

He dives in, licking me from bottom to top, just as I did him. Only, he doesn’t give me the little flick I gave him when I reached the end. Nope. He avoids my clit like a small child avoids lima beans. Circling back, he does it again, still leaving that bundle of nerves untouched.

I whimper, his mouth on me so good yet still leaving me wanting. He picks up his pace, altering his movements, making the world fade away. Nibbling, sucking, licking, all of it all at once. Tongue fucking me until I’m a puddle of want, my clit throbbing, aching to be touched.

I reach down and grab his head, fingers lacing though his locks, hoping I can guide him. But he’s on to me. He keeps his focus elsewhere.

Then…boom!

His tongue hits my clit like a dart to a bullseye. And I go flying.

Like a home run ball soaring out of the park, I’m gone. Done. Forget Elvis; Willa has left the building.

I scream, hips jutting forward, back arching in extreme bliss. Grabbing my hips, he doubles down, flicking his tongue against me like a hummingbird flaps its wings. It’s his signature move, one that works every time.