Page 49 of Worth of Waste

Well, then …

He tugged firmly on her thong, dragging it down over her thighs and to her knees with a slowness that damn near killed her. She was caught like a deer in the damn headlights as she watched him, entranced by how his gaze never once left the path his hands were traveling. Even the coolness of the room, amplified by her nakedness, didn’t catch her attention all that much.

Dino was far more interesting, anyway.

Once more, he glanced up at her.

Love.

Promise.

Sin.

She found all of that in the eyes searching hers.

Then he was between her thighs, his mouth encasing her sensitive sex and his tongue flicking out to dive right in between her folds. He didn’t give her a chance to think about what he was doing, but rather, ate her pussy like he was a starved man that had just found the most delicious thing he could ever lay his tongue on.

Karen’s muscles clenched at the swift, sharp and repeated strikes of his tongue against her already-thrumming clit, which seemed damn near relentless in their intent to get her flying off the edge. She felt his hand slide up the back of her thigh, his fingers dig into her ass, and then his other hand was between her legs, too. The tip of his thumb massaged her clenching entrance, smooth but firm.

Between his tongue and the promise of being filled, Karen found a fast bliss was already starting to race through her bloodstream.

She’d never been very good at getting herself off. She’d spent the last year wrapped up in far too many others things to worry about sex and pleasure.

This was making up for that entirely.

Dino’s mouth drew away from her body, but not too far. She could still feel the pulse of his breath hitting her exposed sex as he said, “Come on, now, let it go and this gets so much better, sweetheart.”

At the same time, that thumb of his was replaced by two fingers driving deep into her wet sex, her fluids smearing along her folds as he opened his digits wide and made her feel so fucking full.

And when his mouth was back on her, when his tongue started up that harsh but lovely beat against her clit once more, Karen was gone.

Blissed.

Orgasmic.

Heaven.

Staccato breaths broke free from her chest, and quiet cries clawed their way from her throat. She didn’t know how she managed to keep quiet, but she somehow did. And even through the relief of her orgasm, Dino’s mouth and his fingers working her body never once stopped. If anything, the rhythm came a little faster and harder, making all those sensations that much better and sweeter.

Karen felt the loss of his mouth instantly, though his fingers stayed buried deep in her pussy, massaging against her wall with precise strokes that were only making her even wetter. Dino glanced up, finding her gaze already pinned on him, and with a smirk, he used the thumb on his free hand to wipe across his lips, taking the wetness of her arousal with it.

Then, he sucked it clean.

Her mouth went dry.

“You’re killing me here,” Karen managed to say.

Dino smiled, and then winked. “Why waste something that tastes like candy?”

Yep.

Killing her.

Karen didn’t even mind.

Dino was on his feet in a flash, and kissing her harder than he had earlier before he murmured, “Let me grab my bag.”

She knew he was probably going for a condom. After all, it had been her all those months ago that reminded him they weren’t always safe and Junior had been a product of that. Despite how much she loved her son, the very moment she had been able and even though she wasn’t with someone to need to worry about it, Karen had taken special precautions to ensure there would be no more babies until she was good and ready.