“Stop!” she cries again, even as her hands loosen on my head, and when I swirl my tongue over her clit, she whimpers, bucking against me. “Stop,” she breathes, the fight leaving her this time as her thighs relax, opening wider for me.
That’s it, Lily. Open wide. Let me in.
It’s like she can hear my thoughts, because she does just that, her hands fisting in my hair as she spreads wider, and this time she grinds against my mouth.
“Fuck. Asher,” she whispers and starts to find a rhythm as she fucks my face.
Wow. Shit. I’ve gone down on chicks before, but never have they fucked my face like this. They always lay back, so still and compliant, moaning like they are in a porn movie, yet nothing about their rigid bodies matches the sounds.
But this. With Lily, is so fucking different. It’s like she knows exactly what she wants and isn’t afraid to chase it.
Well, in terms of her orgasm, at least. I know she hasn’t been chasing me, but she will… eventually.
It’s then that her words from last night come back to me.
I’m not one of the girls you typically fuck, Asher. I don’t spread my legs for attention instead of pleasure like they do.
Is that what all the girls I’ve been with do? Just lay there and take it for attention? Do they fake their orgasms too?
The thought is jarring, but Lily’s moans keep me focused on the task at hand, and I nearly explode from the way she grinds her clit over my nose, and how she spreads her legs even wider like she wants to swallow me whole.
Fuuuuck. She makes it easy to worship her. I’d gladly drown in her right here and now if it meant she feels nothing but pleasure.
“Asher,” she moans my name again, her Aussie accent thick right now. “Yes.”
She grips my hair tighter, almost painfully, but I don’t fucking care. I don’t stop, my tongue lapping at her, sinking into her tight, hot entrance before moving back up to suck on her clit.
Her hands hold me in place then, and I know she is coming by the way her muscles coil, her thighs tightening around my head, trapping me there even as my tongue keeps assaulting her.
Her cries of ecstasy are loud and almost animalistic as she shatters on my tongue, and I fucking love the sounds falling from her.
Lily Bennett isallwoman. Purely intoxicating and utterly addictive.
As she slowly relaxes around my head, I ease up on my assault, lapping at her juices, knowing I’ll never get enough of doing this.
I’ll never get enough of her.
“Fuck. Asher. You shouldn’t have done that,” she pants and I pop my head up from between her thighs to look up her body and meet her lust drunk gaze.
“Why? Didn’t you like it?”
Her lashes flutter as her cheeks flush even more, and she shakes her head.
“You know I did. But it doesn’t change the fact thatthisis wrong.”
Smirking, I rise up over her, and she lays back looking up at me.
“Why is it wrong? We are both adults. We are both attracted to each other. What’s so wrong about that?”
“You’re seventeen years younger than me,” she whispers, like she’s too afraid to say that too loud, her eyes turning glassy.
“And you’re seventeen years older than me. So what? What does it matter when it feels this right?”
She bites her lip as she studies me, and I take the moment to steal another kiss. Pressing myself into her small frame, I revel in how perfect she feels under me as I claim her lips again. She accepts this kiss without any protest, moaning, and this time, she’s the one who deepens the kiss.
I have to wonder if it’s because she can taste herself on my lips. Does she like the taste of herself?
The moment her hand travels between us to touch my straining cock, I pull back and bat her hand away.
