I slide my fingers lower, slipping one inside her and revel in the long moan that escapes her lips.
"Is this what you need?" I growl, sucking on her nipple, fingering her soaking wet cunt.
"Yes, yes!"
She bucks underneath me while I rub her clit and slide my finger in and out of her. Her cries urge me on.
My finger curls in her pussy and she shatters. For a moment she's simply suspended in her bliss—her skin red, slightly damp, her curly hair wild behind and underneath her.
“Sol,” she cries out. My name, mine as her whole body trembles and I know I'll never be the same.
I don't give her a moment to rest before I rub her again. She opens her mouth to say something, but I crush my lips to hers. My kiss is wild, primal, and each moan and whimper that escapes her lips only deepens the carnal need I have to see her in ecstasy once more.
She buries her hands in my hair, her breasts rising and falling against my chest as she moves her hips in sync with my fingers.
"Sol, please, please..."
"I love to hear you beg." I slide another finger inside her and her eyes go wide as she drops her head back against the couch. "Is that what you wanted? How many more can you take, Sienna?"
All she can do is moan as I pump my fingers.
I smirk as I bite her chest. "I suppose I'll need to fit more inside of you, won't I? So I can make sure you're ready for my cock."
I slip inside a third finger, and she cries out. Then I suck her breasts again. I lick, bite, nibble, kiss, every inch of her skin as she writhes against me.
Her pants grow louder, her voice higher, and the sound of her wet pussy sucking my fingers in as I pull them out makes me nearly come in my pants.
Her pussy clenches around my fingers and she cries out my name as she comes.
Again. The need to see her come apart again, to wring every ounce of pleasure from her body, is like a fever in my blood. I slide my fingers from her soaked cunt, bringing them to my lips. Her taste explodes on my tongue—sweet and heady. I groan, low and deep, as I suck my fingers clean, savoring her. "You taste divine."
Her blush deepens as she tries to catch her breath. She's so damn beautiful, it makes me lose all reason. Without warning, I throw her legs over my shoulders, lower my head, spread her open with my tongue, and feast on her pussy.
Her squeal turns into a loud moan.
"I need you," I murmur against her sensitive flesh. “I need to devour you, drown in you.” I lick her again and again, as she moves against my mouth. She grips my hair, tugging me closer and trying to pull me away. But I won't let her. I won't stop, I can't until she comes all over my tongue.
I eat her like a starved man, licking at her entrance, drinking in the taste of her, before sucking her clit into my mouth. She writhes beneath me, her cries growing louder. I slide two fingers back inside her, curling them to find the spot she loves, and then she screams, her body clamping down on me.
“Yes, Sol! Right there! Oh God, please don’t stop!”
"God is not the one giving you an orgasm, Sienna." I hiss, sliding my third finger back inside her. My tail wraps around her leg, instinctively, possessively and I use the bulb to vibrate against her clit. "You don't beg God, you beg me."
"Sol!"
"That's my good girl. Now come for me, Sienna, I want to be covered in you."
Her eyes roll back as she comes, screaming my name. But she doesn't stop moving her hips, following the ministrations of my vibrating tail.
I fold my tongue and slide it in and out of her pussy, moaning at how good she tastes. Then I pump my fingers in and out of her in a steady rhythm, replacing my tail with my mouth. I flick my tongue, swirling it around her clit.
Her hips buck against my face, grinding into me, seeking more and I give it to her. I suck harder, move my fingers faster, deeper. Her cries turn to sobs as the prettiest tears fall from her eyes.
I can feel her orgasm building, and my balls tighten in anticipation of seeing her in ecstasy once more. “Come for me, my precious dawn,” I growl against her clit. “Let me feel you shatter for me.”
With a sharp cry, her body convulses, her pussy clenching around my fingers as she soaks my hand. Her thighs tremble, her body shaking with the force of her release. I keep my mouth on her, lapping gently at her sensitive clit as she rides out the waves, drawing out every last shuddering pulse.
When she finally collapses back onto the couch, boneless and panting, I lift my head, licking my lips. Her taste is intoxicating.
