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“No,” she whispers.
“I think you do. I think you want to know that what I love more than anything is going down on a woman. I can do it for hours. I love eating pussy, Tru. I’m going to love eating your pussy.”
I pull back and watch her face. She still looks shy and timid, looking up at me with wide eyes as my dirty words sink in to her thoughts and my big hands pull loose the row of buttons of her pajama shirt. I part the fabric and drag my fingers across her smooth skin, her soft rounded stomach. So sweet. Hooking my hands in the waistband of her pants and panties at the same time, I pull them down.
“Step out.” She does as she’s told, her eyes on my face.
“Yeah...that's it, pretty girl.” I trace a finger between her generous breasts, the towel riding precariously low on my waist as I get harder and harder. I catch her gaze, wondering what she’s thinking when my hand moves lower, circling the hollow of her navel. She sucks in a quick breath and nibbles her bottom lip.
I trace a slow finger back up and around each of her rosy, dusky nipples slowly, so slowly. The hard little points could cut glass. “You’re so beautiful. Perfect.”
“I can't believe this is happening.”
“Believe it, Gertrude.” That lightens the mood until I slide my hand down, rubbing gently at her slippery cleft. Her eyes look where I’m touching her, watching me stroke her most private place. “You’re so wet for me already.” I cup her chin in my other hand and lean down. I kiss her warm mouth, groaning when she opens immediately this time. I stroke her candy-sweet tongue against mine, kissing deeper, harder. She’s delicious. “I’m going to make you come on my hand now.”
I start with a slow, gentle rub, circling around her clit, adding pressure until her breathing changes. An urgent ache takes root deep in my belly, but this is for Tru. My own needs are going to have to wait. “That feel good?”
“It feels fine.”
“Fine, really?” Her eyes are glassy, her heated pussy swollen and soaking my fingers, and she saysfine. I whisper near the hollow of her ear, “Liar.”
I keep my hand in her pussy, still slow and gentle, but I give in to the temptation of these tits, using my tongue until I can’t stand it anymore and take a long, hot pull of one, sucking and moaning around it until she groans and trembles. She’s fucking close. Frigid must mean something different to Richard than it does to me. I’ve barely gotten started and she’s on the edge.
“I feel...”
“What, sweetheart? What do you feel?”
“So hot, so lightheaded...so needy. I need...oh.” She makes the most erotic sound I’ve ever heard in my life and her hips start pumping against my hand.
“That’s it, pretty girl. Let it go. Let it all go.”
She’s beautiful as she comes. The look of surprise mixing with hazy pleasure. I let her come back to earth before I slide down to my knees and kneel between her legs, ready to worship her like the goddess she is right now. I want inside her, more than I’ve ever wanted anything my whole life. But I make a promise, in a dark, husky voice I barely recognize as my own. “You’re going to come on my tongue next.” She squirms a bit. “Don’t be shy now.” I give her one long, slow lick. “You taste so sweet.”
“I do?”
The note of disbelief in her quiet voice pisses me off. “Don’t tell me he never...never mind. Of course he didn’t. You are delicious.” I press my tongue inside her until she’s squirming with a different purpose this time. To get more of my mouth on her. “Mmmm.” I moan into that honey-sweet pussy. Richard’s loss is my gain.
I pull my mouth away and her hips rock toward me like she didn’t mean them to. “Easy now. I just want to look at you.” I use my thumbs to spread that pink, swollen flesh. “So pretty.” That clit calls me and I suck at it, long and deep. The taste of her jolts all my senses and ignites a devouring hunger I’ve never felt before. I want to gorge on her. The blood is pounding in my ears, and I rub my face all around her mound, her inner thighs, wanting to drown in her juices. Coat myself in them.
She cries out my name and it spurs me into overdrive. I’m desperate for more—more of her scent, more of her taste, more of her feminine moans. I hike one of her legs over my shoulder, and she lets out a surprised gasp when I bury my face inside her. I alternate swirling my tongue over her clit and fucking her with it as deep as I can go. I can’t get enough of her. My hungry rhythm soon has us both moaning. She buries her fingers in my hair until I feel her let loose, feeling the waves of her pleasure as she bucks hard into my mouth. I lick her through the orgasm, her sweet, creamy juices trickling down over my chin.
I want more, but her legs are trembling, and I need to get her onto my bed. I French kiss her pussy again, slowing as she pants hotly and quakes in full-body tremors. When I stand, her expression is dazed, not yet back from her trip.
I scoop her up, the towel finally losing its battle and rolling off my body as I stalk into my bedroom.
“Nash?”
“I’m going to fuck you now.”
“Oh.” She blinks rapidly.
“Is that okay?”
“Am I going to enjoy it as much as what you just did?”
“You’re going to write sonnets about my dick, Gertrude.”
“Well, then let’s keep going.”
