Page 141 of Fighting the Forbidden

She attempts to press her knees together. Hmm. Don’t like that. I kiss and nibble her soft inner thigh to loosen her up. She sighs and giggles nervously. Not quite the sounds I’m after.

I kiss my way to her stomach again, then stretch out next to her. “Sit up.”

“What?” she asks as she shifts her body.

I reach for her bra and unhook it, tossing it in the same direction her underwear went.

She kneels next to me, beautifully naked, and rests her hands on her thighs. “Where do you want me?”

“Come sit on my face.” I squeeze her thigh, urging her closer.

“What?” Her eyes widen with shock. “No way. What if I hurt you?”

My forehead creases into a frown. “Hurt me how?”

“I don’t know?” She rubs her hands over her thighs. “Smother you to death? These are more like pillows than earmuffs.”

I snort, then laugh so hard she scowls at me.

“Baby, your thick thighs and beautiful eyes are two of my favorite parts of you.” I grip one of her hips, urging her over me.

“Well, you can’t see my eyes if my thighs are smothering you to death.” She carefully lifts one leg and straddles my chest without lowering herself enough for our skin to touch.

I swallow my laughter and study her. Is she serious or screwing with me? The corners of her mouth are slightly tilted down, but her eyes sparkle with curiosity.

Maybe sit on my face was a bit much for the first time we do this. The crude motherfucker inside me can’t be restrained much longer.

“Molly, I’m dying to taste you. If I really can’t breathe, I’m more than strong enough to lift you off me.” I slide my hands under her ass and demonstrate by lifting and holding her a few inches in the air.

She squeals and laughs, so I bounce her up and down a bunch of times. “See? I lift stuff heavier than you all the time.”

“Okay! Okay!” She sputters and giggles some more. “Stop.” She curls her fingers around my forearms and leans over me.

“Nah, I like this.” I lift her once more then drag her forward. “Brace your hands on the headboard.”

Her knees land precariously close to my ears as heat from her center sears my skin.

“What?” She lets out a nervous laugh.

Time to show her. I spread her lips and take a long, slow lick, stopping to swirl my tongue around her clit.

“Holy shit!” Molly shrieks and bucks her hips, smashing herself against my face.

“That’s it.” My words come out muffled.

I don’t let up though. I wrap my arms around her thighs, spread her wider, and yank her even closer, burying my tongue deeper.

“Gr…gr…oh.” Molly continues babbling nonsensical sounds. Her thighs shake. She reaches for me, raking her fingers through my hair. I can’t take the distraction. I shackle my fingers around her wrist, pull her hand away, and press it to her stomach.

“Stay,” I mumble against her slick, wet flesh.

She lets out a sound somewhere between a moan and a giggle, then gasps. “Right there.”

An encouraging growl rumbles from my throat.

“Griff. Oh!” Her hips roll faster. She grinds herself against my face harder. “Please!”

Her whole body violently shakes and shudders. I’m drowning in her and loving every drop.

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