Page 81 of A Taste Of Darkness

As my lips lay just underneath her navel, I could hear her breath hitch even over the loud sounds of the ocean crashing onto the shore.

Or perhaps it was my breath that was going crazy. I wasn’t sure. My mind was too mesmerized by her perfect body to even care who made which kinds of sounds.

Her hands on my body felt heavenly, but my hands on her body were out of this world. She was the first woman I’d touched, and I’d rather cut both of my hands off than ever touch another woman in my life.

As my lips lay on her hip bone, a soft gasp fell from her beautiful lips.

“Milo… please, touch me.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Without giving myself another second to hesitate, I buried my face between her thighs and licked her, twirling my tongue around her clit over and over again.

“You’re so wet for me, cuore mio.” I licked her slowly and took my time to glide my tongue from her opening to her clit and back down, tasting all of her. “So wet, you’re dripping down your thighs.”

Her hand reached down, and her fingers pushed into my hair as her hips shifted beneath me, squirming.

My free hand slid up her body, cupped one of her perfect tits, and I rolled her nipple between my fingers, pinching slightly. The soft mound of her breast fit perfectly into my hand. One day, I was going to fuck those tits, but not tonight.

Tonight, I’d properly take care of her; do this right.

Sterlie wasn’t one of many, she was… fuck, she was her. She was everything. If I believed in the supernatural, she’d be a goddess; I’d get on my fucking knees for her every morning and every night to pray to her.

“I’m going to shove my fingers into your sweet cunt and imagine it’s my cock that you’re clenching,” I said as I carefully circled a finger around her opening, dipping the tip inside, going deeper with every dip. Sterlie whimpered and arched into every touch, squirmed every time I sucked her clit into my mouth, and moaned when I ran my tongue over it.

The deeper I pushed my finger, the less control she appeared to have over her movement and sounds. Groans slipped out repetitively, cries coming out faster each time I altered between sucking and licking. And when I began to thrust my finger in and out of her, her legs tried to close around my head.

She was so tight, I was going to die. Sterlie was going to make me lose my sanity once and for all.

“Milo,” she gasped and pulled on my hair.

My dick was aching, and fuck, I couldn’t wait to be buried deep inside of her pretty cunt, claiming her. I was already dry-humping the goddamn sand beneath me—thank God I was still wearing pants.

“You’re fucking delicious, cuore mio.” And delicious she was. I wished I could still taste her on my tongue from the last time my mouth was on her pussy. Unfortunately, that was impossible, but I was happy to find out she was still just as sweet as I remembered.

If I could’ve spent the rest of my life buried between her thighs, I’d been the happiest man alive.

As I added another finger, her moans grew louder. She was lucky nobody was at this beach; otherwise, they’d been on top of my to-be-killed list.

I was selfish, especially when it came to her. Her sounds belonged to me; nobody but me would ever get to hear them.

My fingers curled up inside her, and she gasped at the intrusion.

I licked her. Tasted her. Teased her.

“Milo, please,” she begged and arched her back, pressing her dripping cunt deeper into my face. “Please, please… make me come.”

I looked up from between her thighs and gave myself a second to think about her plea before I decided to add a third finger. If she still couldn’t take at least three of my fingers, there was no way I was going to fit inside of her yet.

I was met with a bit of resistance as I pushed inside her, her tight pussy clenching around all three of my fingers as if her life depended on it. The more I moved my fingers, the easier she took them as she stretched further.

Her hands gripped the towel beneath us, held on tightly. Her hips bucked against my face when my tongue brushed her clit again.

“Milo,” she breathed, moaning. “Please.”

I stopped touching her altogether, only to receive an angry groan as I kissed my way up her body.

“I thought guys liked it when women were begging for them,” Sterlie said as soon as our eyes met. I could tell she was annoyed that she didn’t come, though I could feel how close she was. It wouldn’t have taken long, or much to tip her over the edge, but she was going to come around my cock this time.

After placing one soft kiss on her lips, I replied, “You don’t need to beg me for anything, cuore mio. Just say the word and I’ll throw the entire universe to your feet.”

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