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The scent of her arousal swarms around me, and my mouth waters for a taste of her there, but I’m a patient man. I’ll lick that glistening sweetness from her skin soon enough.
“I’m not in the habit of telling strangers all about me,” she says, her body tightening as she tries to inch away.
“Because you’re ashamed you dance naked for men?”
She stiffens further, her muscles locking under my grip.
“I don’t dance for men.” Her eyes narrow as she glares at me.
“What do you call tonight?”
“I—” She sighs, and I just know another lie is going to escape her fuckable lips.
Releasing one hip, I slide my fingers over the flat of her lower belly, arrowing them lower. I let my gaze follow my fingers, nearly moaning out loud at the sight of her delicate pussy. Her perfect outer lips split at the top, the swollen tip of her clit exposed, her arousal too strong to control that part of her.
I swallow, eager to feel that little bundle against my mouth, on my tongue, scraping on the root of my cock as she seeks her own pleasure.
I thicken further which is a damn feat because I’m already a steel pipe in my sweats.
She twitches when I split my thumb and forefinger on either side of that part of her, exposing that little treasure slowly. She wants more. Despite the argument fighting to rumble from her throat, the need she’s feeling takes precedence, and I watch in awe as one dewy drop of arousal begins to drip from her slit. The tip of my cock weeps in solidarity, and I know that the time for explanations, lying, and getting to the truth will come later. Denying each other what we both need is stupid, and painful, my cock reminds me as it throbs with desire.
With my grip on her hip, I move her back a foot so I can crouch low in front of her. This isn’t what I had in mind when the scene played on repeat in my head as I waited for her, as the bass of the song I can no longer hear throbbed in my chest. I was going to either take her bent over the back of my couch or I was going to pull her down on my cock and let her do all the work.
Tasting her, although an appealing thought, wasn’t on my mind then. Getting all the pleasure and not giving an ounce of it was all I could focus on. I wanted to use her. I wanted to fill her up so much that her little eyes squinted at the corner, to plant inside of her so deep that she rose to the challenge and tried to sink further down like I knew she would.
With her standing naked in front of me, her skin flushed with arousal, her pussy literally dripping with need, I’d be a fool to waste the opportunity to taste her. As I lean in, I tell myself this is for me, not her. The pleasure she’ll get is secondary to what it does for me.
Tiny hands flex on my shoulders, fingers digging into my flesh as I blow cool air over her pussy. She whimpers, the keening sound ten times sexier than the song playing on repeat. I haven’t even brushed her pussy yet, and she’s already trembling. As I flatten my tongue, preparing to lick up the middle of her, I look up, my cock throbbing more when I notice her watching. God, her eyes on me as I prepare to taste her for the very first time is my undoing. I take a deep breath, planning on not being able to breathe for a while with my entire face buried in her delicate flesh, and latch on.
She jolts, as if struck by lightning, and that keening noise turns into a low, guttural moan.
Letting my mouth do all the work, I lift one of her legs over my shoulder, giving me better access, and wrap my arms around her body. Trusting I’ve got her, I smile when her body relaxes, giving me more of her weight.
Something pings in my chest with her trusting me, even if it’s only to bring her pleasure. I could lift her with no problems. I could move her body exactly where I want it. She’s thick in all the right places, all the places that make my cock start controlling my actions, but compared to me, she’s a delicate little thing. I’ve imagined pinning her down, holding parts of her body this way and that, situating her into the perfect fuck toy, more times than I can count, but right now, with my face buried against her pussy, tongue lashing at her clit, I find she’s controlling my head with the simple grip of one hand.
