Page 25 of The Shadow

I stare up at her, keeping eye contact as I lean back in to kiss her. I run my nose against her through her panties. “You think I give a fuck if you haven’t shaved or showered?” I nip at her panties with my teeth. “Nothing could stop me from tasting you.”

My hands grip the waist of her panties as I try to savor every second but there’s no point. I can’t keep my tongue from her. I pull her panties down in one motion, then push her back onto the bed, my hands at her knees spreading her thighs apart simultaneously. I run my hands up her inner thighs, spreading her wide so I can see her.

“Already wet for me?”

“Oh God.” Her arm is slung across her face, covering her eyes, her other hand gripping the comforter beneath her. I pull myself up so that I’m leaning over her and pull her arm away from her face.

“I want you to look at me while I do this to you.” Her face grows red. “You asked me what I wanted.” I reach around and unhook her bra, pulling it slowly from her body. “I want you to watch me enjoy you.” I lean in and cup her breast, biting each nipple and kissing them, sucking them into my mouth while her hands tangle in my hair.

I drag my mouth up her body, my lips finding hers again as my fingers begin to tease her. I slide my middle finger up her slit that’s practically dripping already, then back down again. I repeat the process, including her clit this time.

I shake my head at her when I feel her thighs begin to close slightly. “Leave your thighs wide open for me, just like this.” I push her legs farther apart. “Good girl. Now, let me inside you.” I push two of my fingers against her opening and she gasps. “Too much?”

“Y-yes.”

“We’re gonna have to work on that then, aren’t we?” I ask, sliding my middle finger inside her.

“Ohhhh,” she groans, gripping the blanket even harder.

My tongue is in on her breasts as she adjusts to my finger, her moans growing louder the deeper I go.

“Fuck, I need a taste.” I’ve resisted as long as possible. I pull my finger from her body, bringing it to my mouth. My cock pulses the second her flavor is on my tongue. I dip my finger back inside her, repeating the process. “Jesus fuck.” I start to curl my finger inside her. “I need more.”

My tongue dances across her clit as I stretch her wider with a second finger, her agonizing cry a low moan of pleasure and pain.

“That’s right, you can handle it. Just keep your eyes on me.” Her eyelids struggle to stay open and I struggle to keep my mouth off her but I need this, I need to see her come. I want to see her lose control, to surrender to nothing but pleasure.

I curl both fingers, starting to move my hand in an up and down motion instead of back and forth. Her eyes squeeze shut, her thighs shaking.

“Oh, it’s too much.” Her back arches from the bed.

“It’s not too much. You can handle it,” I reassure her as I look down her body, taking everything in. Her breasts bounce with the movement, her pale-pink nipples pert, begging to be sucked. I tease her, bringing her to the edge a few times but not letting her fully surrender just yet.

I lean forward, my mouth over hers. “Aspen.” I say her name softly, bringing her glazed eyes back to mine. “Does this feel good? My fingers inside you like this?” She nods her head, completely unable to speak. “Are you ready to come?”

“Yesss.” It’s a plea.

I lean in, kissing her gently, my fingers pressed against her G-spot. Watching her convulse beneath my touch when her orgasm breaks through will be an image burned into my brain until I die.

It’s beautiful and intoxicating. She looks so raw and exposed, a complete contradiction to any other time I’ve ever seen or encountered her. When she finally comes down, no longer panting and moaning, I pull my fingers from her and lick them clean.

“And now, I get to lick you clean.”

I lose myself in her, my tongue buried inside her as she begins to grind her pussy against me. If I’m not careful, I could let myself be consumed with her to the point it takes over my life. I don’t know what it is about Aspen Wilder that has me already wanting more, but she’s under my skin now in a way I don’t think I’ll ever be able to recover from.

I can’t help myself. I give her another orgasm with my tongue, letting her flood my taste buds with her sweet flavor one more time.

“Now that you let me have dessert first, I really do owe you that dinner.” I look down at her still naked body, running a single finger up between her breasts to her chin.

“Do you need to…” She glances down at my cock straining against my jeans.

“I’ll be okay; this was about you.” I tilt my head. “Kind of about me too, getting to watch you.”

“I just thought…”

“Trust me, I want to.” I stroke her cheek. “But you struggled with two fingers and I’m not going to hurt you.”

“Oh.” She blushes, glancing away.

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