Page 75 of One Night with Number Nineteen

Thank fuck.

I close the final distance between my lips and that gorgeous pussy of hers—all slick and glistening in the soft light of the family room, the lights from the Christmas tree adorning her skin with rainbows.

She gasps and I groan as the taste of her hits my tongue.

Sweet like sugar but with an edge of tart.

Kind of like her.

Fuck, I’ve ached to do this again—to taste her, to touch her, to stroke every single inch of her.

Our first time was fast, frenzied.

Tonight, I’m in the mood to savor.

She’s beautiful with all that golden, silky skin, gorgeously curved with hips that call for a man’s hands and breasts that overflow them.

She arches slightly, offering herself up, reminding that she also has⁠—

A pretty pussy I’ll never get tired of.

“Sawyer,” she moans as I drag the flat of my tongue through her labia, licking up her desire, burying my face in her pussy, kissing her until my lungs protest for air.

Fuck, but suffocating in this glorious cunt of hers wouldn’t be a bad way to go.

Still, I’d better get her off first.

Her hands tighten in my hair and I focus on doing precisely that—licking her and watching her body react, only doing what makes her moan and rock against my face and not stopping as she grinds down, desperate for more.

She likes fingers and tongue and a dash of teeth.

But fucking loves it when I suck on her clit.

And loves it more when I do it while fucking her with my fingers.

“I can’t wait to feel you wrapped tightly around me again,” I rasp, circling that sensitive bundle of nerves, making her jump and moan and then look down at me with half-mast eyes and ask,

“Why don’t you feel it right now?”

Fuck.

It would be so damned easy to do it.

So damned easy to shove down my pants, to thrust into the hot, slick pussy.

But this isn’t about me right now.

I want to make her feel good.

“I am, Pages,” I tell her, nipping at her clit and making her hips jerk, her head drop back onto the cushions.

“No fair,” she moans.

“Maybe not.” I flick out my tongue. “But you still like it, don’t you?”

“Y-yes.”

I grin. “Tell me what else you like, Pages.”