I need to taste her again.That desperation propels me downwards, until I’m tugging down her sweet little pajama shorts, only to find her bare underneath. I raise my eyebrows at her. “No panties, love?”
She’s looking at me with wide eyes, as if she didn’t expect me to do this again.If she only knew that I’ve been controlling myself, trying to let her rest and recover instead of diving in between her legs again like I’ve been dying to.
One taste wasn’t enough. A thousand more wouldn’t be satisfactory. I will die craving the taste of her essence on my lips.
She chews on her bottom lip. “I-I never sleep with any panties on. Never have.”
I lick my lips at the thought of lulling her to sleep with my hand between her thighs for the rest of our lives, greeting her with a good morning kiss and eating her out, and only then would we be ready for the day.
I let my thoughts show on my face enough to grin. “Never change, leannán. Never change.” I lean in, nuzzling her thigh as I hear her inhale above me. I smile and take a deep breath before diving in. But this time, I’m in no rush.
I’m purposeful about the slow drag of my tongue through her folds.Thisis what I meant when I told Amy I wanted to take my time with her. I don’t intend to remove my face from between her thighs until she’s had at least three orgasms. I don’t want to stop until Amy’s hair is sticking to her forehead, until she’s begging,pleadingwith me. For more? For less? Neither of us will know, too lost in the haze of lust and pleasure.
As soon as I pick up my pace with my tongue, she gasps and her hips jolt forward into my mouth, just an inch. But Mother Mary and Joseph, it’s ecstasy to have her lose control like this, to see her react without a filter. I’m addicted to it, toherin the throes of passion. Her hands feel so good in my hair, pulling and scraping against my scalp. I love this side of Amy. She’s not thinking of anything but my mouth. All of her usual inhibitions are gone, she’s not concerned with social cues or overthinking what I’m saying or my body language. She’s just…lost in the pleasure I’m giving her. I wish I could give her more reprieve from her mind and the pressures of society than just this. But I’ll give her these moments of joyous liberty as much as I can.
Not that I’m not enjoying it, either. Every gasp and moan she makes goes straight to my cock. Every drop of her arousal is sweet on my tongue. I’m careful and patient, relaxed against the bed as I build her up, and when she crests over, her cries echo around the room, fingers yanking on my hair hard enough to hurt. Only then do I slow. Just enough to make sure she doesn’t get overstimulated.
And then I start the process over again, taking deep breaths against her thigh as I nuzzle against it, biting the soft flesh, gripping her hips to hold her in place.
Again.Another slow climb to reach the peak of pleasure, but I bring her there. Incoherent mumbles fall from her lips. I catch bits of praise to me here and there, which makes my chest soar, ego grow, and cock twitch.
Her legs relax, a thin layer of sweat coating her skin as I rub my hands against her thighs. There’s a subtle shake to them from how tense she’d gotten through her pleasure, and I want to make sure she doesn’t get any cramps. I give her a moment to breathe, instead focusing on rubbing the muscles up and down her legs.
But I’m on a mission, and I don’t stop until I get what I want.
I settle back in and she gasps, her eyes wide. “You can’t be serious.”
I grin wolfishly at her. “Oh, I’m a very serious man, leannán. And I never diminish what’s important. And you? You, my love, aremostimportant. And that includes your pretty little pussy, too.”
Her entire body jumps when I lean back in to lick her folds, avoiding directly touching her still-sensitive clit. I’m going to have to take this one slowly, which I don’t mind. I’m having the time of my life down here.
This third orgasm requires a bit more to get, so I slide a finger into her wet slit. The sensation on my skin makes the movements with my tongue falter for a moment. It’s so incredibly soft inside. Like silk, except it’s hot and wet. My finger immediately gets coated with a mixture of her arousal and her come from the previous two orgasms. I can’t believe I haven’t put a finger in yet, I’ve just been too consumed with the taste of her.
Fuck.I can only imagine how incredible she’ll feel around my cock. I have no doubt I’m going to have to be careful I don’t pop off as soon as I slide in there, and I’m not even ashamed of that. How could anyone resist when she feelsthis good?
Amy seems to enjoy my finger, because she starts flexing her hips forward to meet the rhythm I start. I move my finger around, trying different angles to see her reaction. I’m desperate to learn her body, to understand what she likes and explore her thoroughly. It’s not difficult to find the spot I’ve been searching for, and once I do, it doesn’t take long for her to come again, a hoarse cry leaving her lips as she shakes, her walls rhythmically squeezing my finger. I nearly come just at thethoughtof that happening around my dick.
Now I know that she likes my finger inside when I’m down there. The more I do this, the more I’m going to understand how she works, inside and out, until I’m playing her like an instrument. And she does make the prettiest music, a song for me and me alone.
She’s boneless as she watches me, panting and face red. Her eyes widen as I suck my finger clean. “God above, I could never get enough of you.” All of the breath leaves her lungs in a forceful exhale, which tells me that she believes me and that sensation is new to her. Of believing someone could desire her so fiercely that they become addicted.
She’ll have to learn quickly that it’s the truth, because Iamaddicted to her. Obsessed with every inch of her, with her smile, with her mind, with her taste. And I don’t plan on ever letting her go.
I crawl over her, pausing to drink in the sight of her beneath me. My hands reach for her top next, eager to see all of her, considering that I’ve never had the privilege of seeing her completely naked before. She helps, and gives me a soft smile when she sees my hands are shaking. When the expanse of her stomach is revealed, it’s like seeing something holy. It takes my breath away. I kiss it like I’m trying to reach heaven through her skin, and her breathy little sighs tells me I’ve found it.
She groans like it almost aches to get aroused again, but she’s doing it anyway. I grin against her skin, enjoying every minute of having this kind of power over her, of returning the favor of madness she’s inflicted upon me without even knowing. I like having control over her here, because she has control over me everywhere else. My will bends to her words, my desires shift to match hers, like a dance where she’s leading.
I wonder if she understands the extent of power she holds over me.
I unbuckle my belt, and watch her eyes widen and dilate as she’s still trying to catch her breath. I’m slow and careful as I slide it from the loops, my gaze fixed on her eyes as she tracks my movements. I feel high on her attention, on her focus on me.Amy and only Amy.
I toss my belt to the side and make a show of unzipping and unbuttoning my trousers in the same way, letting her arousal build with the tension, getting her worked up again. And when I throw those off to the floor, too, I can see her focus is on the obscene bulge in my briefs.
I chuckle and slide my hands under her back, finding the buckle of her bra. “I need to see all of my pretty girl.”
Her eyes widen, and she smiles at me so sweetly that I wish I could marry her tomorrow. Four months seem like too damn long. She sits up and helps me take her bra off, and throws it to the wind, letting it find a home in a mess on the floor from my clothes.
I groan at the sight of her breasts. Perfect, natural, hanging on her chest like fruit of the gods, ready to pluck and taste. I grasp them, thumb circling the surface of her nipple as it hardens under my touch. Her lips part, eye lashing fluttering in pleasure from my touch.Mytouch. Everything feels right in the world at that realization.
