Page 80 of Whispered Promises

Her mouth parts, tongue gliding out to wet her lips. “I want…” she starts, a fiery heat cresting up her chest and cheeks as she swallows. “I want you to put your mouth on me. To feast. I want you to make me come.”

Even asking politely, the way her voice turns husky makes the words sound filthy.

I don’t even bother responding. I dive in and lick from her entrance up to her swollen clit, then suck on it. Grunting as the taste of her hits my tongue.

“Fuck, Nate. Yes…” she gasps, legs widening around me.

Urged on by her praise, my dick twitches in my shorts, precum leaking from the tip. Fuck, it’s hard to hold back, but I stop myself from grinding into the sheets. My focus is on her, not me.

Sliding a finger up her wetness, I tease around the opening before sliding in to my knuckle. I want to test how she takes me, how she feels wrapped around a part of me.

Fuck.

Her body welcomes and hugs me. Then she fucking clenches.

Pumping in and out of her body slowly, I ease it in to the last knuckle.

“More, more. Please, more,” she keens, thrusting her body up to meet me. Her pussy rides my face and steals my oxygen. My second finger slips straight in. I barely make a single thrust before she’s asking for more.

My greedy girl.

Third finger in, and she’s clenching so fucking hard, but unless she wants my fist, I can’t go any further.

Her face is flushed, a sheen of sweat coating her brow and the column of her neck. More precum drips from my slit at the sight. Eyes locked together, I release her clit, then crudely spit on it.

“Mine,” I grunt, then reseal my mouth around it and flick my tongue up and down it sharply.

She lets out a strangled moan as she clenches around my fingers. It’s so fucking tight. Her body vibrates as she detonates; the need to come up for air disappears when I feel her wetness leaking out and coating my wrist.

As her body slowly settles, I tug my fingers free. I lick up the escaping wetness from her cunt, not willing to waste a single fucking drop she’s given me.

It’s fucking mine.

Her fingers slide over my head, stroking lightly. Reverently.

“That’s…I’ve never…it was…” she stammers, and it’s cute. She’s floppy and languid. The look on her face, I never want it to stop.…she should always have this dreamy, content expression.

“Perfect,” I finish for her.

Her lashes flutter, and a small smile tugs at her mouth.

“Perfect,” she agrees.

Sitting back on my knees, I look for something to wrap her in so she doesn’t get cold.

“What about you?”

She frowns, sitting up on her elbows, her focus locked on the straining dick confined in my shorts. It’s not comfortable, and I’m desperate to bury it inside her, but I won't. I’m not rushing this. Plus, it’s better than if I were wearing jeans. Would have fucking lost circulation by now.

“This was about you,” I state, moving to grab the edge of a blanket tucked under the pillow.

“But I want you. I can help or…watch you?”

Her words hit me, and my balance falters. Dropping the blanket, I throw a hand out to catch myself. Her fingers somehow make it to my dick, and she strokes me through the fabric, her touch hesitant. I look down at the concentration on her face as I brace above her.

“Fuck, you make it hard to say no.”

“Then don’t,” she replies, her touch becoming bolder when I don’t object.