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His tongue is on me, and I'm already wet and ready for him.
I've wanted this for so long.
His tongue touches me, tasting my wetness, caressing and teasing me, over and over. He licks me as if I'm his last meal, as if he can't get enough.
I spread my legs wide for him, opening myself to him.
"You taste so fucking good, Dani," he groans. "I could do this forever."
I can't respond, but I don't have to. He can hear me moan and writhe beneath him. It's heaven, ecstasy, all my fantasies wrapped up in the sensation of his tongue upon my pussy.
Struggling, I finally find my words. Distant, as if I'm floating above myself while the man of my dreams goes down on me, I can hear my own voice, begging him for more.
"Fuck, Owen," I gasp. "Please, eat my pussy. Lick me. Eat me. I need this. I need you to lick me like you did in my dreams."
I can hear his soft chuckle as he licks me again.
"In your dreams, huh?" He teases me, his tongue flicking against my clit. "What else did I do to you in your dreams?"
I want to tell him, but I can't. I can't admit that I've wanted him to do everything he's doing right now for years, but I've never imagined it could really happen. He's always been forbidden, always been off limits. But we've long since crossed that line.
"Everything. You did everything. You were perfect, Owen.”
He laughs and I can feel his smile against me.
"I'm not perfect, Danielle," he says, his voice rough, his breath hot on my pussy. "An ex-Marine, a biker, a criminal. Far from perfect. You know that."
"You're perfect for me," I whisper. “Exactly what I want. Please, just… oh, fuck, eat my pussy, please.”
He ceases teasing and his tongue circles my clit, coaxing it, then more. The perfect focused attention that makes my body feel weightless.
I feel as if I'm floating above myself, riding the wave of his touch, his tongue, his lips. I'm riding the wave of his desire, and I'm riding it to the end.
I can feel it building inside me, deep within my core. Everything in me is focused on his touch, his tongue, his lips, his hands as they hold me, as they grasp my thighs. My skin tingles. The sensation is building, rising, rising. I can't hold on any longer. I can't contain the wave. It crashes over me and I cry out as his tongue licks me faster, harder, deeper. The orgasm tears through me, filling every part of me with pleasure. I'm gasping for air, my body writhing beneath his touch.
And then it's over. I'm left shivering, my body trembling beneath his hands.
"Do you like that, Danielle?" he asks.
I nod, unable to speak, unable to move.
He climbs up my body and kisses me, his lips tasting of my pussy.
"My turn," he whispers.
I can feel his cock throbbing against me.
I want his cock.
I want him inside me.
I spread my legs wide, wrapping them around him, and I kiss him again. I can feel his cock, hard and ready, throbbing against my pussy. It is everything I need in this moment.
"Fuck me, Owen," I plead. "Fuck me."
He doesn't need to be told twice.
With one thrust, he sinks himself into me. The feeling is exquisite, a sensation I've longed for, a desire I've held tight to for years.
