Page 64 of Old-Fashioned

He was toweling off now, fast.

As soon as I laid down on the bed, he was walking out of the bathroom and then he was on the bed, climbing on top of me.

Without a word, I cupped his face in my hands, pulled it towards me, and kissed him.

He turned the kiss from something soft, and sweet, to something dangerous and spicy.

His hand roamed over my body while the other he used to support himself.

When he moved his lips from mine, down to my neck, I let out a moan.

Oh. My. God. I loved when he did this. The added effect of his beard, I hadn’t realized I had been grinding my pussy into his cock.

Not until he lifted his head, “I’ll be back up here to show your pretty nipples the love and attention they deserve.”

At first, I was confused, until he moved lower, and lower, and even lower, until he settled himself between my thighs.

His fingers moved my folds, he took his fill, locked his eyes with mine and whispered, “Eyes with mine, Birdie. I want to watch you as you come. And I want you to know who it is between your thighs.”

Then as I expected him to move in, he didn’t. No, he whispered, “Thank you for allowing me the honor to go where no one else has gone. You have no idea what that means to me.

Before I could respond, he moved in, and with that first lick from his tongue, my back arched.

His tongue moved through my folds, growling, his tongue flicked my clit and I tried with everything I had in me to not close my eyes.

He knew it too.

“Keep them open Birdie,” he told me as he inserted one finger into my pussy.

“Fucking hell, you’re tight.” He groaned and then put his mouth back where I desperately needed it.

Once he had me writhing on the bed, he added a second finger and stretched me.

His tongue moved in tandem with his fingers.

And then he did something with his tongue, and I couldn’t stop it even if I wanted to.

I felt it coming, something I’ve never experienced before, a raw unaltered feeling seemed to draw up from the deepest parts of me.

And then as it built, I grabbed the sheets as hard as I could, and then, with more flick of his tongue, I screamed, “Abel!”

My climax tore through me, as Abel continued to assault my pussy.

His beard added to the effects, and I wasn’t sure if this was normal, but I came again, and I kept coming.

As soon as I felt bone dry, Abel removed his fingers and pulled them to his mouth.

I watched as he sucked my juices from his fingers, his moan filling the bedroom.

Once he was done with that, he crawled up my body, trailing kisses over every inch of skin his mouth could reach… and when he pulled one nipple in his mouth, my back arched off the bed again.

He worked my nipple until he was satisfied, and then moved onto my other nipple.

Once he was done, lavishing my nipples with plenty of attention, that bone-deep tiredness I was feeling, had completely banished.

He lifted, quirked a brow at me, and asked, You on birth control?”

I shook my head, “No, it does something to my uterus. It makes it bleed more.”

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