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Stacy shivered. She wanted this, wanted it more than she wanted to breathe at the moment. No man had ever put his mouth on this part of her, and though she’d written about the ecstasy of oral sex, she knew nothing about it firsthand. How would it feel? Would she shoot to the sky as Starr did? Would she…come?
God, she hoped so.
“You’re as swollen as a ripe peach, Stacy. Swollen and so pretty down here.” He slid his fingers over her wet folds. “So slick and wet for me.” He squeezed her labia between two fingers. “Beautiful.”
Stacy took a deep breath and closed her eyes. The sensation of his fingers on her private parts was new and exciting, so much more than she had imagined despite what she’d written, and he hadn’t even tasted her yet.
Yowza! Sparks blazed across her flesh when he flicked the tip of his tongue against her swollen clit. A low moan escaped her throat.
“Yeah, baby. You like that? I’m going to shove my whole tongue up that hot wet cunt, baby.”
Cunt? She used naughty words frequently in her writing, but the c-word was one she’d refused to use. Cunt. She mouthed the word, imagined Michael’s low husky voice saying it again. Cunt. Damn, it was sexy! It turned her on.
“Tell me what you like,” he said against her wet flesh. “Tell me how to lick you, to make you hot.”
She was already hot. On fire. How could she tell him what she liked when she didn’t yet know herself? “I like it all, Michael,” she said, her breath coming in rapid pants. “Do it all to me. Lick my…cunt.”
Wow, it felt good to say the word! Like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. With that word part of her introversion melted away, replaced by raw need and desire. The carnal hunger inside her grew and grew.
“You taste amazing,” Michael said. He tugged on her labia, plunged his tongue into her passage.
Her whole body ignited. Something was happening, something big. Little pings of pleasure jolted through her each time his tongue hit her clit. The sparks broadened, intensifying, and soon her entire pussy was pulsing. Big. This was fucking big! She breathed rapidly, focusing on the steady need building within her. Part of her longed to break away, escape this mounting gratification. It was too much really, just too much. Time wasn’t suspending. She was still fully coherent. But how could the whole world be centered in her pussy? Her hips moved, seemingly of their own volition, matching each stroke of Michael’s tongue. He lapped at her, sucked her, and when he forced one finger into her slick channel…
Explosion.
The contractions started inside her but soon encompassed her entire vulva and radiated upward to her belly and chest, outward to her arms and legs. Words left her mouth, words over which she had no control. “Michael…God, Michael…so good…again….again!”
The orgasm rolled through her, and just when she thought the waves were subsiding, they started again. He thrust his fingers in and out of her.
“That’s it, baby. Come again. Come for me.”
The line between reality and fantasy dimmed as thrill after thrill shot through her. Nothing existed except her and Michael and such intense pleasure she could barely comprehend it. She floated downward gently, and when the contractions finally subsided, she lay still, spent.
A faint kiss on her lips jarred her back to reality. She opened her eyes to see Michael’s green-brown gaze locked onto hers.
“You have the softest, sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted,” he said. He kissed her lips again, tracing them with his tongue. “I haven’t even come close to having enough of you.”
She smiled against his lips, the zest of her own juices teasing her tongue. Should she tell him that had been her very first orgasm ever? That he’d shown her something amazing that she’d only imagined until now?
No. That would spoil his fantasy, if he had one, of bedding the erotic romance author. She’d play the experienced woman tonight. She’d play Starr.
“Lucky for you then,” she said, “because it just so happens that I’m not going anywhere.”
Chapter Four
Christ, she was hot. The lips of her pussy had opened like a flower for him. God, that was so sappy. She was beautiful down there, though, as beautiful as she was everywhere else. And her taste—a mixture of sweet and tart that tantalized his mouth like nothing ever had. Servicing her indefinitely would be no hardship at all. He was hooked, and he hadn’t even fucked her yet.
He stood up and removed his shoes and jeans. His cock throbbed. He was so horny. He couldn’t wait to sink into her hot cream.
He turned to look at her spread out on the bed like a Renaissance painting. Her reddish-brown hair splayed across the white comforter like flaming tresses. Her crimson lips were slightly parted, glistening and kissable. Long black lashes rested on the tops of her cheeks. Her breasts hung lazily to each side, the nipples rosy from his earlier attentions. Her legs were still parted. The triangle above her treasure was a deeper auburn, and her pussy lips were a shimmering burgundy, still swollen.
He couldn’t wait to make her come again. His erection stirred, pulsing. Pre-cum oozed from its tip.
Stacy’s eyes were closed, but Michael knew she wasn’t sleeping. Afterglow. He’d seen it a thousand times, but never had it been more radiant. Her chest rose and fell with each breath, her breasts swaying gently.
For a moment, he thought he could be happy just staring at her.
His cock had other ideas.
