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Which means I need to ramp it up, so I can give her what she wants.
Gladly.
Tugging on the waistband of her pants, I start to pull them off of her, lifting away, so she can rise up and let them slide down. I keep my pace slow, revealing her matching cream-colored panties. Her thighs. Her knees, her calves, her bare feet. She must’ve kicked off the sandals somewhere in my room.
Not that it matters. I have a mostly naked and beautiful woman lying in front of me, and she’s shaking.
“Cold?” I run my hand across her lower belly, just above the waistband of her panties. Her skin is extra soft there. Mostly likely rarely touched. I dip my head, raining kisses on that exact spot, and her shivering intensifies.
“Nervous,” she admits softly.
I lift my gaze to hers, watching her watch me. “Don’t be nervous.”
“I can’t help it. It’s been a while since I’ve been with someone. Someoneelse.”
I really don’t want to hear about her ex-boyfriend, the cheating douchebag, so I try to distract her.
Darting out my tongue, I lick the skin just above her panties, my gaze never leaving hers. “Is this hot enough for you?”
A soft exhale of breath leaves her when I slip my tongue just beneath the thin fabric. “It could be—hotter,” she admits.
“Definitely not filthy.” I barely tug her panties down, the heat of her blasting me, as I breathe in her heady, musky scent. “Though it’s gonna be.”
“Promises, promises,” she breathes.
Look at her, challenging me.
I lift away from her pussy, sliding my fingers over the front of her panties, cupping her. Her eyelids waver, her lips part, and I can tell she’s panting. “Should I fuck you with my fingers?” I brush my thumb across her panties, her teeth sinking into her lower lip. “Or my mouth?”
“Oh, now that was filthy.” The words rush out of her, her eyes wide.
“Well? What will it be?” I dip my head, breathing deep, my gaze zeroed in on the spot where I’m stroking her with my thumb. The fabric is wet, soaked with her juices. “Fingers or mouth?”
“I’m—greedy,” she chokes out when I apply pressure in the vicinity where her clit is.
“So both?” When she nods her agreement, I murmur, “You asked for it.”
Just before I start my exploration.
I’ve never been much into kissing—until Joanna—but I have zero issues with eating pussy. My problem is I’m impatient. I always rush through to the good stuff—again with me wanting nothing but penetration, when I’ve been leaving behind some pretty great action.
Like this.
I push the thin, damp fabric aside, exposing her pussy for the first time. There’s a tiny strip of dark, curly hair above all of that glistening pink flesh, and she spreads her thighs a little bit, like she’s silently telling me to get on with it.
God, she’s hot. Literally. When I touch her with my index finger, it sinks into all that creamy wetness and fuck.
She’s so damn soft.
Hurriedly I get rid of her panties, until she’s completely bare for me.
Beautiful. Perfect. And tonight, she’s all mine.
I trace the seam of her pussy, spreading her open with two fingers. She arches her hips upward, exposing more of her, and I lick my lips, studying her carefully, just before I lean in and press my face against her.
“Oh God,” she chokes out, her hands grasping at my hair, holding me to her.
Slipping my hands beneath her butt, I lick her from her pussy to her ass, lifting her up, tasting her everywhere I can reach. No spot is untouched by my tongue, and she starts chanting those same words over and over again.
