Her skin glistens.She’s smothered in golden runes; they glow and hum.I lean down and brush my mouth over one.It tingles against my lips and tastes like sunshine and beaches, like forests and the smell of summer flowers.It’s sweet and heady and fucking addictive.
I caress each rune with my lips until I find my way to a nipple.She whimpers as I draw it into my mouth and suck hard, then flick against the tight bud until she’s squirming beneath me.
Her fingers grind to a halt as she pants against me.I release her breast and busy myself taking her pyjama bottoms off.
She reciprocates, pushing mine down my hips, her fingers quickly moving back to my clit.I tiptoe my way down her body and between her legs to find her soaking pussy.
“We both fucked up so bad,” she says, her eyes dull.
“I will spend the rest of my life, however long that is, making it up to you…”
I find her entrance and tease.Her head rolls back as I trace her entrance.But she’s having none of it and disentangles herself from me to inch down my body.She opens my legs and sits herself over them, her pussy resting on top of my mound.She pulls my legs up, tilting my pelvis until my wetness meets hers.
Her core presses down on mine.She shifts, grinding on my cunt.
“Oh fuck,” I breathe.
The slick heat of us both melds together.Warmth, skin, excitement.The pressure of her clit moving over mine sends a bolt of electricity through every fibre of my being.
She moves again, a bigger circle of her hips this time.A fission of pleasure zips through me and settles in my clit.
My hips roll in time with hers.Our pussies rub and glide and grind against each other and we move as one.Our pants in time with the rhythm of our thrusts.
She reaches for her breast, tweaking the nipple, a grin appearing on her face as she stares down at me.It instantly makes my nipples hard.
I rock my hips faster, needing the friction.Sensations course through my body.Skin sliding and grinding and twisting.My clit pulses as the pressure builds and builds and builds.
Lucy pants.There’s a throbbing heat between us, and the sound of wet skin slapping against skin.It’s too much.I am going to blow and it’s too soon.I need more, so I ease off.
“Come sit on Daddy’s face,” I say.
She pouts at me, then grins, her expression devious.“Do you remember saying there’s no image more divine than a woman on her knees crawling for you?”
I lie still, only craning my head up to see her as she gets onto all fours and crawls up my body.My pussy throbs at the sight of her rune-clad body, her breasts hanging free, the glint in her eyes as she watches the goosebumps rising over my skin.
Higher and higher she crawls until she has to shift position and carefully lower herself onto my face.
Fuck, I’ve missed this.Missed her.My fingers slide to her arse cheeks, impatient and needy for her taste.
“Just how hungry are you, Daddy?”
“Fucking starved.Now, give me that pretty little cunt so I can eat.”
She smirks but lowers her pussy onto my mouth, staring down at me from between those two red locks of hair, her eyes glimmering, body glowing with a myriad of runes and pleasure and maybe even a little relief.
I squeeze her cheeks, rocking her forward and back so I can swipe my tongue the entire length of her.
Gods, she tastes divine.
I moan into her cunt as she grinds down on my face.She leans back to reach me, her fingers slipping between my folds.
I lap at her pussy again and again.But I need more.Want every ounce she can give me.
“Oh gods,” she moans, her body tightening, nipples erect as she gets closer and closer to an orgasm.
I pull my hand back and slap her arse, forcing her to ride my face faster.She pushes down, taking pleasure from me, milking my tongue for everything she desires.Her fingers move quicker and quicker over my clit.I’m so close.
She sits heavier on my face.I can’t breathe anymore.She rocks faster, her fingers moving in time with her hips.
