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I shot her a knowing look. “Hopefully you’re not that full, because I do have something else in mind. We are going home, though.” I gave her one of my rare smiles, watching as the realization of what I meant dawned on her.
It was funny, watching her blush, even now. Like she still got so surprised and caught off-guard when I made comments that referenced me wanting to devour her whole. Taylor should have come to anticipate that from me by now; anytime I was near her, it was hard to keep my hands and my cock in check.
Taylor bit her bottom lip, not saying a word. Which was fine; I didn’t need her to respond. I knew where her mind was going, knew she clenched those thighs together in anticipation of what was to come.
Tonight would be a long night for us, but there was one more surprise I had for her. One more, and this one I knew she’d like.
It took us forty minutes to drive through downtown and get home. Another seven minutes to walk from where I’d parked the car to the elevator to the lobby, and from that lobby to the other elevator to our floor. By the time we reached our place, my cock had started to twitch and harden in eagerness. I couldn’t wait to take that dress off her.
I unlocked the door for her and held it open, allowing her to walk in first, and when she did, she stopped after ten or so feet. “Oh,” Taylor whispered, “wow.” The lights in the apartment were dimmed, but not only that, I’d gone out and bought a shit ton of fake candles, scattering them everywhere in the place. On the island in the kitchen, along the trim on the floor, on the back edge of the couch in the living room.
Let’s just say I was going for the ambiance, for a dark, sensual mood.
“Creed, what is all this?” Taylor turned to face me, her mouth drawn into a wide smile. She let out a short gasp when I wrapped an arm around her and pulled her in close, planting a kiss on her forehead.
I didn’t answer her. Instead, I took her by the hand and led her through the entryway, past the kitchen and living room, to the hall. I stopped only when I brought her into my bedroom, where the lights were completely off—but there were enough fake candles flickering to illuminate the room enough.
“I can’t believe you did all this,” Taylor was busy murmuring while I got to work on finding the zipper on her dress, running my hands up and down her back, trying to find it. When I couldn’t find the damned thing, she lifted her left arm and added with a chuckle, “It’s on the side.”
Figured.
I found it with her help, unzipping it slowly. Once it was all the way down, the dress loosened around her body, and I was able to push the shoulder straps off and tug the entire dress down, exposing her back to me, along with the pair of panties she wore. Nothing else was beneath that dress.
Taylor helped by stepping out of her heels and away from the dress that had piled around her ankles. She turned to me. “Where were you hiding all of these candles?”
“They came today, while you were in class,” I told her, running my hands down along her sides, hooking my thumbs into her panties. Shadows danced across her face, and we locked eyes. Without another word, I tugged her panties down, lowering myself to my knees in order to do so.
I heard her inhale sharply, and I growled out, “Get on the bed, on your back.” As I stood, Taylor did as I told her to; she turned around, giving me a nice view of her round, plump ass, and she crawled onto the bed, rolling onto her back.
I stepped closer to the bed, slipping off my shoes. I ran my hands down the front of my suit jacket, feeling something in my pocket. Something small, something I’d taken out of its box so it wouldn’t be obvious I had something there.
My initial thought was at the restaurant, but I think this suited us much better. Let’s just say it wouldn’t be a story we could tell our kids.
I took off my suit jacket, careful in how I folded it. I left the pocket in question up as I set it on my nightstand, going for my belt next. That I let drop to the floor. My cock was hard as steel now, but I didn’t let it free; I didn’t take off anything else as I crawled onto the bed, situating myself between her legs after spreading them wide.
In the dim, flickering light of the room, I could see the beautiful space between her thighs. It waited for me, waited to feel my tongue run along it, waited to have my fill. And I would. I would have my fill of Taylor’s pussy. I wouldn’t stop until I did.
“I want to hear you,” I spoke, getting in position near her sex. “I want to hear you come as you moan.” I gave her no other instruction; she knew what to do. She knew I wanted her to be as loud as her lungs could possibly be.
With my initial instruction given, I brought my mouth to her clit, licking that tiny nub along the side, right where I knew she liked it. The action made her squirm a bit, a soft moan coming from her instantly. I was good with my mouth, a master, and when it came to Taylor, it really didn’t take much to push her off the edge.
I licked and I sucked her clit, toying with the lips of her pussy with my fingers. She shivered, she moaned, she writhed. Her breathing hitched, her body growing warmer. The only sounds that came from her were the sounds of pure pleasure, heated and unrestrained. She became instant putty in my hands, or in my mouth, rather, a slave to the sensations I gave her.
Eventually I lowered my mouth away from her clit, taking my tongue to her pussy. I could taste her arousal, knowing it’d been building ever since I’d made that comment in the car. My fingers lifted, moving to toy with her clit while I ate out her pussy.
That got her to moan louder and her fingers to clench the sheets harder. Taylor arched her back, her hips starting to move against me.
Eating Taylor out was like dining on a feast. Looking down at it, you knew exactly what you were going to get, and plenty of it, but when the moment came to actually taste the feast, you were reminded of just how wondrous it was.
And she was wondrous indeed.
The sounds coming from her got louder and louder as I rubbed her clit and fucked her with my tongue. I could tell she was getting close to her precipice when the grinding of her hips slowed down and what movement was left was erratic and jerky, and it only caused me to work harder at bringing the orgasm out.
The taste of her, the smell of her… it was all very addicting. I couldn’t get enough. It was easy for me to shower her pussy and her clit with pressure and attention, knowing her wetness would only serve to make it feel better once I speared her with my cock.
Fuck. I couldn’t wait to be inside her.
I kept up the pressure with my fingers around her clit, using my tongue to push her to the brink. Taylor’s breathing caught, and she tensed up, her muscles tightening before spasming of their own accord. She let out a cry of bliss, louder than any sound she’d made up until that point, her body wracked with heated pleasure.
