Page 83 of Before I Loved You

“Then let me take care of you.”

One sentence.

Seven words.

That’s all it takes for her face to soften and for her hips to lift toward my mouth.

“That’s it, baby girl. Just like that.”

She hovers over my face, her shaking fingers gripping my shoulders.

“Now what?” she asks breathlessly.

In one swift motion, I rip the underwear off her and grip her hips. “Now, I need you to hold the back of the couch while I enjoy my new favorite dessert.”

I yank her down, smothering myself in her pussy, and the second my tongue swipes through her center, I feel her body relax as she lets out a soft moan of approval. My tongue laps up every inch of her, concentrating on her clit where I feel her tremble with each swipe of my tongue and every suck from my lips.

“Fuck. I knew your pussy would taste delicious.” I groan, flattening my tongue against her as I take a long, leisurely stroke. “So fucking sweet.”

I dreamed of this moment. Tasting her decadent pussy for the very first time, and it’s better than I ever could have imagined.

“Oh God. Right there. Right. Right. Oh… Oh… More!” she pleads.

Sarah’s pussy starts grinding ravenously against my face.

“That’s my girl. Ride my tongue.”

Without any warning, I shove two fingers inside her soaking wet pussy, thrusting frantically, feeling her clench around me as she screams out in pleasure.

“Fuck. I’m almost… Oh my God.”

My thumb strums across her clit before I replace it with my lips, and I suck hard, still thrusting inside her with my fingers when her whole body shudders, and she screams against the back of the couch, unraveling. As the orgasm begins to fade, I slowly slip my fingers out of her and lift her small body, sitting up to bring her right against my chest that she sags into.

“I got you.” I rub her back over the T-shirt, holding her in my arms. “I’ve always got you.”

She looks up at me with her glossed eyes and rosy cheeks, telltale signs that her orgasm was satisfactory, but I still need to know. I need to hear it from her lips for the sake of my own damn pride.

“How was it?” My knuckles stroke her cheek.

“You’ve ruined me.” Her forehead presses against my shoulder. “I think that was the best orgasm of my life.”

She places the palm of her hand on my chest, like when we were in the woods. And I watch as she matches her breathing to mine, coming down from her post-orgasmic high, looking serene.

She tilts her head, staring at what’s on the coffee table. “Why did you bring a whole pie down here?”

“Thought you might be hungry.” I tap the tip of her nose.

“Well, I am a bit hungry now.” Her eyes move from the coffee table back to me, with a playful gleam bouncing over them. “But I think just for whipped cream.”

My brows raise. “Oh yeah?”

She nods, reaching over for the can. “Do you like whipped cream, Paul?” Her voice is sultry and sweet. Her nails trail down my chest, leading to the edge of my boxer briefs.

I swallow, watching as she gets up from the couch and kneels on the ground between my legs. “Yeah. I ahh…I like whipped cream a lot.”

“I was hoping you might.” With sensual movements, she removes her T-shirt, giving me the best view of my life.

Sarah, naked between my legs.

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