Page 13 of Loose End

I pin her arms above her head and crawl the rest of the way up her body. Just wait till she finds out what else I can do with my tongue.

With a groan, I crash my mouth to hers, sweeping my tongue inside, and deepening the kiss. She rocks her hips, gliding herself over my erection, her wetness seeping through my boxer briefs.

Jesus, I’m going to embarrass myself if she keeps rubbing against my dick like that. This lingerie, the feel and faint smell of strawberries on her skin, has me already ready to blow. And I can’t fuck her until after I taste her. Normally I wouldn’t care; it would be about me and what I need, but not for her.

No one has ever taken their time with her before, and I want to be the first.

Something in my fucked-up brain wants to make sure she remembers me beyond tonight. Even though I can’t give her any more than that.

I want to take my time and see what she likes. What sets heroff faster than a missile and gets her soaked. I want to fuck her until she can’t walk. I want to find out what position lets me bury myself so deep inside her, she’ll never be able to find anyone else that measures up. And then I can walk away and tell myself she didn’t make me feel like this, like there could be more. I can lessen this experience and pretend to be completely unaffected as I bury myself in football.

But first, I need to eat.

“Alright, Princess.” I reluctantly roll off her and push myself to the middle of the bed. I lie on my back and look over at her with a severe expression. “I’m gonna need you to ride my face.”

Her cheeks flush, and her eyes widen. “You want me to…”

“Ride. My. Face.”

“I’ve never… but I…” Her tongue darts out to wet her lower lip.

Another wave of lust rolls through me knowing I’ll be the first to have her this way. My inner caveman is thumping his chest and he couldn’t be happier. But dammit he needs to settle down until I get a taste.

With a quick glance to the headboard and back to her, I keep my voice even. “If you’re not sitting on my face with your hands holding on to that headboard in the next five seconds, you’re not going to like what happens next.”

It’s an empty promise, but one that has her scrambling up the bed, throwing a leg on the other side of my face and hovering over me. The little white triangle of her thong is soaked. I should have her take it off but I don’t want to mess with the straps coming off the garter belt, so instead I hook a finger in the fabric and pull it to the side.

“Princess?”

“Yeah?”

“I said sit on my face, not hover above it.”

“I don’t want to suffocate you.”

I chuckle, planting a light kiss on her inner thigh. “If I die with my tongue in your pussy, then I’ll go a happy man. But Princess.” I pause to kiss her other thigh. “I’m not going anywhere until you’ve had so many orgasms you can’t move.”

She yelps as I grip her hips and pull her down to me. I lick along her seam, moaning as her unique essence coats my tongue. I don’t know what it is about her, but she has me entranced. Hook, line, and sinker.

I suck her clit into my mouth, flicking it, biting it, circling it with my tongue. There’s nothing slow or sensual about this. No warm-up. I eat her like a man possessed. Like a man on a mission with only one goal: to make her come so hard she sees stars.

She groans and whimpers. Her hips buck, and she rocks against my face. Every nibble, every suck, every flick with my tongue driving her closer and closer to orgasm. Her pussy is so soft, so wet, and I can’t wait to bury myself inside her.

Just one night. I better make it count.

Her legs shake as I continue my assault on her clit. Her cries grow louder, and I increase the pressure, sucking that bundle of nerves into my mouth. I take my time, massaging her with my tongue, driving her closer and closer to the edge until she cries out. Her whole body jerks, trembling as her first orgasm rolls through her. The first of many.

She lets out a shaky breath and I give her clit one last lick before she collapses on the bed, one leg hooked across my torso.

“You okay, Princess?” I rub my hand along the length of her thigh.

“That tongue of yours should be illegal.” She huffs a laugh, ending on a breathy moan.

“So…” I stroke a hand down her leg and back up, inching along the length of her thigh. “About these positions you wanted to try.”

She pushes herself up to peer at me, brows raised. “You mean you’re not a one trick pony, Charming?”

Damn do I love a challenge. “Only one way to find out, Princess.”

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