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He lifted my hand and kissed my knuckles before gesturing for me to come closer. “Come here, sweetheart. Let me help you get comfortable.”
He was a little less aggressive this time, lifting me and helping me position my knees on either side of his head. Looking down, I could only see his eyes, the bridge of his nose, and his hair. I could feel his warm breath blowing against the delicate skin of my vulva, and it took just about everything I had to stay up on my knees like that. To not just grind against his lips needily.
“Doing okay?” he asked.
“You’re sure this is okay?”
He quirked a single brow in a way that said, Ask me that again, I dare you.
“I’m fine,” I said finally. “Just flustered.”
“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he said, smoothing his hands against where my legs joined my hips. “In a few seconds, you won’t be able to think about anything but how good I’m going to make you feel.”
Then, with little to no ceremony, he pressed a sweet, suckling kiss to my clit.
“O-oh,” I said, hips bucking unexpectedly.
His hands became a little harder, holding me in place so I couldn’t escape him. I could feel his fingers digging into the curve of my backside, opening me up just ever so slightly.
He parted for a moment, long enough to do a torturously teasing little flick of his tongue. Then he did a long, slow lick over my lower lips, not quite delving between them. He was toying with me.
“You’re being mean,” I groaned.
“And you’re not sitting,” he scolded, his lips buzzing against me. “You’re hovering over me.”
“I—I can’t!”
“Well, I guess you’ll just have to deal with what I can reach from here.” He gave another unsatisfying lick.
It was like that for a few more minutes, each brush of his tongue and lips a near-miss of where I wanted him. Finally, getting frustrated with the lack of delivery, I slipped my fingers into his hair before grinding my slickness over his extended tongue.
He groaned into me like he’d just tasted the most delicious meal he’d ever eaten. I did it again, and he closed his eyes, moving his tongue in just the way I needed as I continued fucking his face.
“God. Fuck,” I whimpered, my legs starting to tremble. I was only able to do it a few more times before I had to stop. My legs were giving out.
I inhaled to tell him I needed to get off him, that my legs were getting too tired and sore. But before I could, he handled me a little more roughly, pulling me down to his mouth so that I was flush with it. He made a makeshift cushion with one of his arms under my backside so I didn’t just fall backward onto him.
He looked up at me with dark eyes from between my legs, his heavy brow faintly furrowed. I wasn’t sure if it was from frustration, irritation, or some third thing I couldn’t identify. When he was certain I was comfortable, he got to work on pleasing me.
It was an overwhelming sensation. I’d experienced his mouth on me before, but this new angle, this shifted vantage point, made it completely different. It really did feel like I was being devoured. I couldn’t even really visualize what he was doing with his mouth. All I knew was that wetness gave way to slickness gave way to friction, and he did it again and again and again.
The added tension of my thigh muscles was also doing something to me. Before long, I found myself needing to smooth his hair with my other hand while my climax crashed into me like a freight train. He didn’t stop, continuing to lick and nip and taste me while I whimpered above him. It was overstimulating, but I couldn’t make myself pull away from him. It felt too damned good.
Eventually, he slowed down, tapering down to soft pecks, then moved to the inside of my thighs to kiss me there as his hands smoothed up my back.
He moved me with expert finesse, drawing me away from his face and sitting up to kiss my breasts, my collarbone, my jaw, and finally my mouth as he let me drift down to his hips. I could taste my own arousal on his lips, smell myself on him. There was something intoxicating about that. To know that he loved me so thoroughly that I could smell myself on him.
“I told you I wouldn’t suffocate,” he said between kisses. “How was that?”
“Mmm,” was all I could muster.
He laughed warmly before kissing down the length of my jaw. “Now, sweetheart,” he said between kisses. “When it comes to making a baby, I have to make sure I get my seed deep, deep inside you. And I have to make sure it stays there.”
I shivered and whimpered. “Y-yeah?”
“Mmm,” he said. “So I’m going to fuck you deep and so, so slow. How’s that sound?”
“Oh, god...” I whimpered.
