AllFreeNovel
Share Us
A sleep mask covers her eyes like a blindfold, and her lips are slightly parted, allowing me to hear her soft breathing. Mischief lies in a ball near her feet, and he lifts his head to look at me. His stump of a tail wags once before he lays his head back down.
What an adorable, useless creature.
I continue to stare, wondering where to start and how I might wake up this perfection lying before me, when an idea pops into my head.
Scurrying into her closet, I close the door and switch on the light, then begin pulling open drawers. “Ah-ha,” I whisper when I find the one I was looking for. Neatly placed in the fourth drawer are scarves of all colors and styles. We haven’t chosen to have her wear one yet, preferring to have as much of her skin on display as possible, but it looks like I might have a use for these tiny, expensive items after all.
I run my fingers over the material until I find two to my liking—silk, just what I was looking for. With a grin on my face, I flick off the light and head back into her room. Carefully, I ensnare her wrist and bind the length of silk around it before tying it to her headboard.
She’s had enough wine that she doesn’t even move. I softly pad to her other side and repeat the process, sliding the silk over her wrist before tying a deft knot. Using both hands, I extend her arm, and she jerks in her sleep. I still, holding my breath as she mumbles something unintelligible before settling back down. Releasing my breath, I complete my task, securing the scarf to her headboard, before I stand back and admire my work.
Fuck.
She looks like a damn goddess, even through the shadows of her room. Now, what to do with her dog? I scoop him up in my arms, and he gives me a small grunt but otherwise doesn’t complain. I walk out into the living room and plop him down in his doggy bed by the windows, then grab the pizza crusts from Rory’s plate in the sink and give them to Mischief. His tail wags happily as he munches on the crusts.
“Good boy,” I praise, petting his head before heading back to my woman’s room and shutting the door behind me. My hands tremble slightly as I grip her covers and, ever so slowly, drag them down her body.
Goosebumps rise on her skin and she wiggles, turning her head to the side before settling down again. Taking shallow breaths, I strip off my hoodie, toss it onto a chair, then slowly climb up the foot of the bed.
Her legs are already slightly parted, and if there was light, I’d probably be able to see those soft lips hiding between them. My cock hardens at the mere thought of having her cunt on display before me, a vision I’ve been dreaming of since the first time I saw her at the jewelers. Even then, knowing what she was, I knew I’d eventually make her mine.
And now here we are at the peak of a tall mountain. I’m ready to jump off for this woman. She drives me crazy in the worst and best ways. My thoughts are consumed by her, wondering what runs through her head all day, what she thinks of us, of me.
I envision my mouth wrapped around her nipples, feeling them harden on my tongue. I imagine the noises she’d make when I bring her to a climax, and how sweet her cream will taste on my lips.
And now, the time has come, and Rory will be coming too.
I lick my lips and clutch her right leg in my hands, sliding it away from her other one inch by inch. Releasing her limb, I wait, flicking my eyes up to her face as my heart slams in my chest.
When she doesn’t shift, I grab her left one, wrapping my fingers around her smooth skin, and push it open, spreading her thighs. The action causes her tiny nightie to ride up, the lace edge barely covering her pussy.
“Fuck,” I whisper, scooting between her legs. I wish I’d thought to bring scissors so I could just cut this fucking thing off of her. I grasp the hem and lift, the silken material sliding over her skin, until I bare what I so desperately want to see.
Those lips tempt me, smooth, hairless, and freshly shaved. A soft groan escapes me, even though I try to hold it back, and I lower my head, inhaling her. Desire overrides all my thoughts, and the need to taste this woman is a compulsion. Nothing else matters now, only the deep-seated desire to taste her first, to bring her pleasure.
My high only encourages me to indulge in her decadence, so I extend my tongue and lick lightly up the length of her slit, keeping my gaze up to see if she reacts.
Her skin is flawless, so clean and fresh. She doesn’t move, the wine aiding her deep sleep. So I settle in, lowering my torso to the bed. I tuck my arms under her legs, encasing her thighs, and lick again, this time subtly penetrating those soft pussy lips.
Her breath hitches, the little noise causing my hunger to grow, and the need for her becomes almost desperate.
Fuck it.
I spread her open wider, causing her lips to part slightly, revealing her cunt, and I lose myself. Growling, I taste her, really taste her, running my tongue up and down her slit. The tip traces her entrance before I slide up and circle her clit, desperate to feel the little nub on my tongue.
She moans softly, spreading her legs apart, as if begging me to continue. I wonder if she’s still asleep, thinking this is a dream, but I really don’t fucking care.
I know some guys don’t eat pussy, but if they don’t, then they really can’t call themselves men. Men take pride in tasting their women. They crave to feel their girl come all over their tongue. It takes skill to elicit an orgasm using only your tongue, to drag it out and prolong their pleasure.
Me? I’m no boy, I’m a fucking man, and I’m about to eat this fucking pussy like it’s my last fucking meal.
I leave her cunt, gently sucking on her pussy lips and working my way down every inch of available skin before licking up her cleft again.
“The fuck?” she rasps groggily, raising her head. Her hands tug on the scarf bindings.
“Shh, sweet girl. It’s just me. Allow me to give you the pleasure my brother withheld from you.”
“Alistair?” she questions, her voice still laced with sleep but also desire as she attempts to close her thighs. No. I’ll have none of that.
