Page 55 of Barefoot Lake

“Fingers or mouth?”

“Huh?” Even the confused sound is music to my ears as she sinks into her bliss.

“Fingers or mouth, Ace?”

“Mmmmmmm…” For a moment I don’t think Alice will respond, but she delights me again. “Both.”

I run my thumb down her center, pressing into her to my first knuckle.

“You’re so ready for me, Ace.” I withdraw my finger, spreading her wetness around her opening, and slide back in.

Alice throws her arm over her face, turning so she can bury her eyes in the crook of her elbow.

That won’t do at all.

I press a kiss against the cloth of her panties, just above my thumb still inside her. She is divine.

I remove my finger and yank her panties down her legs before resuming my position with one of her legs thrown over each of my shoulders. She whimpers in anticipation, and her need urges me on.

Before the sound from her has stopped, my mouth is back on her with the flat of my tongue tasting her, bottom to top. She cries out when I drag my teeth over her clit and then suck. Her ankles cross behind my back, but I hold her thighs apart. I start rubbing my hands up over her thighs while my tongue works between her legs, dragging up and down, pressing into her.

I look up and see her chest heaving, but her arm still covers her face.

I sit back.

“Come on, Ace. Let me see your beautiful face.”

She violently shakes her head. I move my fingers between her legs, tracing around her opening but barely touching her.

“Please?”

She raises her shaking arm just enough to peer down at me. I press a kiss to her clit as my fingers keep teasing her.

“More.”

I run my middle finger through her wetness, sliding up and down. She flings her arm down to her side, where her fingers immediately tangle in the comforter and clench.

“That’s my girl.”

I slip my middle finger into her and pump it twice before adding a second finger and lowering my mouth back to her clit. Clamping my lips over her, I suck, hard.

She tries to thrash, but my other arm is banded across her abdomen, determined to keep her in place.

“Oh GOD!” she cries, and I’m grateful the only house nearby is my own empty one. Her sounds are mine and mine alone.

“It’s just me, baby girl,” I say against her skin before turning to kiss her inner thigh.

I slow my pace with my fingers, curling them slowly inside her, rotating my wrist to find exactly what she needs. My thumb moves to her clit, and I press in patient circles, shifting my finger so I can drag my tongue along the sensitive bud.

Alice hums a content sound, but her breath hitches partway through. I repeat the motion, and she gasps again.

“Do you want to come for me, Ace?”

“Yes, please. Yes.”

“What did I say about begging, pretty girl?”

I gradually speed up my movements, pressing more purposefully against her clit with the heel of my hand, and Alice’s breathing picks up speed.