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She is slathered all over me, and I love it. I love her, and one day, I will have the guts to tell her. But for now, I just want to make her come.
She tosses a leg over my shoulder and bows her back, moaning as I eat her out like she’s my last meal. When I bite over her clit, she cries out and presses the heel of her foot into my back, holding me prisoner. But I come willingly because I am hers. And she is mine.
“Love me,” she pants, “like only you know how.”
I understand what she means. This attraction between us is unlike anything either of us has ever experienced before. To find such a pure connection in a world filled with violence and hate is an anomaly, but that’s what Babydoll is.
She is in a class of her own.
There are no words to describe her, or my love for her because no single word exists. She is my everything, and so much more.
I suckle her flesh, working my tongue in and out until she is squirming in need. I’m sure to leave bruises on her thigh as I grip it, holding her captive as I softly bite over her clit. I don’t give her a chance to recover as I alternate between my tongue and finger, fucking her with skill.
Her body tightens, and I know she’s close. “I love you,” she cries, tenderly running her fingers through my hair. “It’s always…been you.”
Her admission touches me in ways I never thought possible, and emotion weighs heavily in my chest. I know she wants me to reciprocate, and I will. But I want to say it when the time is right; not just because she said it first.
Now, however, I can show her how I feel by giving her the best orgasm of her life.
“I want to…” she pants, but suddenly stops.
“Ya want to what?” I coax, my hot breath coating her damp skin.
“I want to ride your face,” she confesses, her embarrassment apparent. But there is no need as there is nothing hotter than your woman making demands of you in the bedroom.
With one final lick of her pussy, I roll onto my back and take her with me. She doesn’t waste a second and crawls on top of me, straddling me as she places her knees on either side of my face. When she’s on all fours, she lowers her hips and rubs her pussy against my lips with a moan.
Instantly, I wrap my hands around her waist and encourage her to rock against me as I want her to ride me hard. She begins to move faster, rocking up and down as I fuck her with my tongue and mouth. I show no mercy as I bite, suck, and lick.
She groans, fucking my face without apology. I’m certain to leave fingermarks on her hips as I hold her, urging her to move faster. And she does.
Usually, I would feel uncomfortable being caged in this way because Babydoll is all over me. But not with her. Never with her.
“Oh, fuck,” she curses, grinding herself against my mouth. She tears at the blankets beneath her, using them as reins as she rides me hard.
I encourage her to move faster so I can fuck her deeper with my tongue. A heavy whimper escapes her, which pleases me. She rocks wildly against me, chasing her release and when I flick my tongue over her swollen clit, she comes with a guttural moan.
Her pussy trembles over my lips, and I rub my face from side to side, wanting to shower myself with her sweetness. When the last tremor rocks her body, I flip her onto her back and steal her breaths as I kiss the living fuck out of her.
She whimpers, sucking on my tongue and writhing under me.
She presses both hands against my cheeks, the touch filled with nothing but love.
“See how grand ye taste?” I ask her, rubbing my lips across hers. Her cheeks instantly turn a deep scarlet.
“Let me take care of you,” she says, fumbling with the button on my jeans.
“No, Baby, this is all for you.”
Kissing the tip of her nose, I roll off her and draw her into my arms. She comes willingly, and it feels incredible. We stay this way for minutes, both basking in this newfound freedom of being together without any reservations.
But there are some things we need to discuss.
“I don’t want to rub this in Rory’s face,” she says softly. “We need to be discreet.”
“Aye, I agree.” Rory has just come around, and seeing me with the woman he loves will just push him away again.
A pensive silence embraces us, and I ask something which has nagged at me for a while. “Why did ya steal my ma’s brooch, only to give it back?”
