Page 56 of Body Shot

Sweet Jesus, he’s kissing the top of my mound, his lips a whisper against me.

“Spread your legs, beautiful girl,” he says in that same gruff voice he’d used earlier.

My legs move before I realize what I’m doing.

“Now I’m going to eat your pussy.”

NINETEEN

Anders

Touching her,being naked in the shower, kissing the insides of her thighs, and nuzzling the dark hair at the apex between her legs is driving me wild. And now I’m going to do the same to her.

Careful to keep my fingers out of the equation, I snake out my tongue and slip it between her delicate folds. Her fingers curl into my hair, but her gasp is one of excitement, not fear. I close one hand around her ankle and gently lift it, letting it rest on the teak bench next to us.

“I won’t let you fall,” is all I say. “Put your hand against the wall if you need balance.”

I don’t wait to see if she follows directions, instead tilting my head so I can get my first taste of her. She’s sweet and musky, all woman, the evidence of her arousal pooling at her entrance. The lips between her legs are pink and soft, and I use the tip of my tongue to lick a trail along one side and then the other.

I feel more than hear her moan, and though I’m desperate to push my fingers into her, I refrain. She trusts me and I’ll never break that trust. Even though I know she’d love it.

Her fingers are coiled tightly around a fistful of hair, but I’m barely aware of the pinpricks of pain as I lose myself in her sweet pussy. There’s so much more I could be doing, but we have time. I don’t want to scare her, and the next step in making her comfortable with sex is me getting her off with my mouth.

And she’s close.

She’s moving against my mouth now, her wetness covering my face as I lick and kiss her most intimate parts. She whimpers every time I slide my tongue into her, so I know she needs my cock. The problem is that she doesn’t know it yet. But she will.

I use the tip of my tongue to taunt her clit, circling it before gliding up and down her slit.

“Oh, please!” Her cry is one of frustration this time, and I move back to her clit, sucking it between my lips. Her hips cant forward to give me better access and then she shudders against me. I feel her pussy flutter against my mouth as she whispers my name, over and over.

I want to hear her scream, but I’m not going to tell her how to enjoy herself. Not now that my face is coated with her juices and her fingers still have a death grip on my hair.

“Easy, beautiful.” I stroke my hand down one leg. “Breathe for me.”

“Not sure I can,” she moans, slowly putting her foot on the ground.

I get to my feet and rinse my face before softly kissing her.

“Did you like your reward?”

Her cheeks are flushed pink, but she nods. “Very much.”

“Now you get to wash me,” I say in a playful tone.

“Oooh. I’ve been looking forward to it.” She quickly lathers up the washcloth and begins a meticulous and thorough job of cleaning the day’s grime off me. While simultaneously pressing little kisses on random parts of my body.

She seems to really like my obliques and kisses a trail down one side and up the other. There’s a playfulness to her as she lightly bites the side of one of my butt cheeks, and then tickles her fingers along the insides of my thighs.

“I’m going to teach you to give head,” I say quietly. “But I’m going to teach you how to givemehead. Because honestly, I don’t care if you pleasure any other man.”

She lifts wide, startled eyes to me. “You think I want to learn how to pleasure someoneelse?”

“No, but what I’m going to teach you is for my pleasure, specifically. And I don’t speak to what other men like.”

She starts to drop to her knees, but I stop her.

“The tile is hard,” I say. “Sit on the bench. You’ll be able to lean from there.”

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