Page 81 of Blush Crush

I hook my arms around her thighs to keep her from moving and dive back in for more. I suck her clit between my lips, desperate for all that sweet pussy juice.

She’s a mess of moans and sighs, whimpering when my tongue swirls in just the right spot.

It occurs to me I should tell her to keep it down, but I’m pretty sure everyone is still in the game room, and no way in hell am I going to say or do anything to keep her from enjoying every bit of this.

Her fingers find my hair, digging in painfully.

I’m not even sure she’s aware of it, or acting on pure need, but it’s so fucking sexy feeling her use me, taking what she wants.

In a risky move, I lift her hips slightly and let my tongue run down the center of her pussy until I reach her ass, where I lick a small circle around her tight little hole.

She practically flies off the mattress.

“Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. I don’t know what you did but I think I died and heaven is real and you should probably do that again.”

I smile against her seam before giving her exactly what she wants, repeating it over and over again.

Nothing she’s saying is coherent, just sounds of pleasure coming out of her with reckless abandon. She’s close, and I’m nothing but determined to get her there.

I stroke and lick, moaning as my tongue fucks her.

My dick is impossibly hard. I might come before she does.

She’s a goddess, writhing and grinding her pussy, chasing it.

She doesn’t need lessons, she just needs me.

“Cole,” she cries out.

Her body fights to move, but I keep her in place as the orgasm rips through. Waves of pleasure roll off her body and I feel every single one of them like an aftershock.

When everything finally subsides, leaving her wrung out and breathing rapidly, body loose and pliable, I scoot my way up to meet her face.

She smiles at me, sated and so fucking sexy.

Some of her release is on my lips and my tongue pokes out to lick the remnants, her eyes focused on my mouth as I do it.

“Delicious,” I tell her.

She slaps her hands over her face, trying to hide. “Oh my God. Did we really just do that?” Her voice is a mixture of laughter and groaning.

She’s so fucking cute, suddenly shy as if she wasn’t feeding me her pussy moments ago.

“We did,” I confirm. “And it won’t be the last time.”

Her hands slowly lift off her face and come back down to her sides. “You’re very good at that.”

Before I can respond her eyes land on the bulge at my zipper.

“Wow, I’m so selfish. I’ve never—but I can learn.”

Her gaze is so earnest, her concern for my hard-on adorable.

“I’m fine,” I tell her before she can make any moves to help with my situation. “It’ll go down. Tonight was about you. We’ll go over that lesson another time.”

She hesitates for a moment before settling back next to me.

We stay like that for a long moment, neither of us moving. Neither of us speaking.