Page 76 of Worth the Risk

“My pleasure,” I murmur as I kneel in front of her once again. Stripping her of her pants and underwear, I’m all too thrilled to bury my face between her legs and get reacquainted with her pussy. I groan as her taste coats my tongue. I’d almost forgotten how exquisite she tastes.

Almost.

Latching onto her clit and sucking hard, Hannah’s wild cries of pleasure reverberate against the bathroom walls as I take her higher and higher. Her hand is clamped down on top of my head as if she fears I’ll suddenly stop. Not a chance, Pixie. I’m down here until you push me away. It’s been too long since I’ve had her this way, and I’ll be damned if she’s only coming once this way tonight.

Hannah’s first orgasm creeps up on me. I’m so focused on enjoying myself that I miss all her telltale signs that she’s about to come. When her body bows and her hand tightens so much I fear she might actually pull some of my hair out, I double down on my efforts to extend the orgasm as much as possible. As her entire body shivers through the aftershocks, I don’t give her any time to relax before I slide two fingers in and tap repeatedly on her G-spot. With this orgasm, she cries out, making me realize her first orgasm made her lose her breath.

Now it’s my mission to make her silently come again.

Hannah is fully slumped back against the bathroom mirror, but she’s not pushing me away or telling me to stop. As I lap away, slowly dragging my tongue from bottom to top, I collect some of her wetness on my finger and slide it back to her untouched rosebud. She stiffens momentarily, until I suck on her clit again, and she relaxes against the mirror.

I circle my finger, allowing her to get used to the sensation, and she begins to fidget, her hips rhythmically moving in time with my ministrations. Achingly slowly, I push one digit past the tight ring of muscle. She lets out a low moan as I begin to slowly push my finger in and out. I slow my tongue to match my finger, and Hannah’s hips slow as well.

“More,” she whispers.

“Where?”

“Everywhere. I want to feel you everywhere.”

I slowly pull my finger out and add a second finger. She winces momentarily as I begin to push both fingers back in, her body stiffening immediately, until I flick her clit rapidly with the tip of my tongue. Hannah relaxes again, and I’m able to get both fingers in past the first knuckle. As soon as I begin pushing in and out, Hannah’s hips match the pace.

“Anyone ever taken you here before?” I murmur against her. Hannah shakes her head. “You gonna let me take this ass, baby? You gonna let me have this last part of you?”

I look up at her to find her staring down at me with a look of divine pleasure on her face like I’ve never witnessed before. Hannah has never looked more breathtaking than she does at this moment. As I slide fingers from my other hand into her pussy and hit her G-spot, her body stiffens as her eyes roll back. A gush of wetness hits my chin and neck as Hannah comes harshly, her cries of pleasure like music to my ears. I continue to manipulate her pussy and ass as her orgasm lasts for a few minutes as I lap up every ounce of her cum. Once she stops shaking, I slowly remove my fingers and sit back on my heels. It’s then that I realize the gush of wetness I felt was more substantial than I thought, and I’m completely soaked down to my waistband.

Hannah squirted all over me, and I’ve never been fucking happier.

Standing, I chuckle at the scene in front of me. My Pixie is half on the counter, half off, her legs dangling dangerously off the edge. She has slinked down across the sink, her chin resting against the cold water handle, and a good chunk of her hair is over her face.

“Hannah?” I ask.

No response.

“You okay, baby?”

Sigh. Mumble. Fart.

A ladylike fart. A perfect Pixie fart. But a fart nonetheless.

Did I push her into an orgasm stupor? Is she asleep, knocked out, or so blissed out she doesn’t even know what’s going on?

“Will you marry me?” Hannah mumbles.

“Huh?” I shout. No way I heard that correctly.

“Need to lock you down. You’re not allowed to do that to anyone else,” she sighs.

“Did you seriously just ask me to marry you?”

“It’s the twenty-first century. Women can ask too,” she murmurs.

“I’d like to do the asking, if that’s alright with you,” I respond.

“Mmhmm,” she hums.

“Come on, Pixie, let’s get you to bed,” I chuckle as I begin to pull her into a sitting position so I can carry her to the bed, her hand immediately snakes down to cup my hard as a rock erection.

“Not until I get to return the favor, handsome,” she says slyly as she attempts to slide off the counter. And as much as I would love to feel her mouth on me, if she’s game for more, I’m coming in her pussy.

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