Her body is vibrating from trying to keep her giggles under control, so I give her a moment to gather herself.
“Anything else on your mind?”
I’m waiting for her to spout off about tacos and how that’s her way of saying she’s never eaten pussy, but she doesn’t. Instead, she vents to me about everything she’s thinking.
“I’m nervous that I’m not going to like it, but I’m also nervous that I’m going to absolutely love it. And I’m worried that I’m not going to taste good. Or that you’ll get bored doing this with me. I’m worried that I’m too new at this and you’ll get tired of handholding or walking me through the process. And—”
I flick my tongue on her pussy, and she screeches before clamping her lips together.
Trying not to laugh, I give another lick, letting her taste coat my tongue from the excitement I’ve caused.
Fuck, she tastes good.
“Violet.”
“Yes?”
“Reach beside you and feel that bag.” She listens; the crinkle of plastic catches her off guard. “Inside, there are grapes. Nothing to be afraid of, okay?”
“Alright,” she replies softly, her fingers brushing the green ovals.
“Pull one from the stem.”
She listens, and I watch her toying with the grape between her fingers, waiting for further instructions.
“I’m hungry for grapes, Vi,” I growl, letting my warm breath skate over her clit.
Her hand extends forward, but she pauses, unsure of where to place the grape.
I smile. “Slide the grape inside you.”
Her hand freezes, and her mouth falls open at the command. I’m still wrapped around her thighs, watching her teeth scrape her lower lip as she considers. Then, she reaches down between her legs and slides the grape into her soaking wet pussy.
“Good girl.” I watch her chest rise and fall at the praise.
Noted.
I wrap my lips around her cunt, sucking until I feel the grape pop into my mouth. Her breath catches at the sensation. Crushing my teeth together, I let her hear the crunch of my new favorite snack.
I swallow the grape and smile before letting my tongue slide over her clit. She moans and starts to grind into me.
“I’d like to take you to breakfast in the morning.”
She remains quiet, and I lick again, putting more pressure where it counts and watching her hands dig deeper into the blankets.
“And, Violet?”
“Uh, huh?” is all she’s able to say in reply.
“I’m going to eat you until my tongue goes numb.” I press my mouth to her and then lick her arousal from my lips. “Now, feed me another grape.”
Chapter Fifteen
Violet
A missed call from Leah is the last thing I want to deal with.
So, I don’t. I swipe away the notification and look in the mirror on the wall in my hotel room. Then, I open the contacts in my phone and click on Cassie’s name.
