Page 76 of Two Guys, a Girl, and a Tripod

“I need your mouth.” She sounds as desperate as I am. It seems that’s all the instruction I’m going to get.

Without giving her any warning, I press my tongue against her entrance and lick my way up until I find her clit. Using one hand to spread her, to give me better access, I begin to suck and tease and swirl my tongue, causing her to squirm. Her hips buck and a string of curses falls from her lips.

“You taste so fucking good.” The words tumble out, muffled by her pussy because I refuse to move my mouth even for a second.

“Brody.”

Hearing my name on her lips forces a groan from me, the vibrations soaked up by her body.

“Use-” she chokes and then gasps when my teeth graze her clit. “Use your fingers too,” she begs. I lift my mouth and she whines.

“Is this what you want?” I slip two fingers inside her, watching in awe as the first knuckles disappear and then the second.

“Fuck.” She draws out the word like a sigh. “Yes, now-” she grunts, “curl them upward like this.” She shows me what she wants with one hand.

I adjust so I have the right angle and begin to do as she says, watching her face for a reaction. She’s so fucking tight around my fingers and her hips move when I crook them upward.

“Like this?” I ask.

“Yes,” she whispers. “Just like that, keep going.”

I press my thumb to her clit, circling it while curling my fingers inside her. Sophie cries out, arching her back while her hips chase my movements.

“So fucking wet for me.” My eyes drop to her pussy as I slide a third finger inside.

“Oh god.” With her head thrown back, I can’t tell if her eyes are open or closed, but the moans tell me I’m doing something right.

“My name is Brody,” I chuckle, “but I’ll accept god.”

“Shut up,” she laughs breathlessly. “But don’t shut up. Keep talking.”

“You want me to talk to you?” My fingers pick up speed and I growl when I feel her respond. “Want me to tell you how beautiful you look in my bed, with my fingers inside you? How much I enjoy feeling your pussy clench?”

“Fuck, yes.”

“I want you to come on my face,” I continue, lowering my mouth to her clit while continuing to work my fingers.

The moment my tongue swirls over her, she bucks again, her thighs closing in, but not tight. I don’t stop her, keeping my focus on her pleasure and nothing else.

“Brody,” she whines. “Please, just-” She grunts, the sound guttural and animalistic. “Fuck!”

Without warning, her thighs close completely like a vice and I can feel her walls fluttering around my fingers. I keep going, keep playing with her while her body convulses above me. One of her hands flies to my hair, pulling hard. Then her body stiffens, no noise coming from her. Her muscles haven’t stopped spasming around fingers and I’ll be damned if I’m going to cut this short for her.

Seconds tick by and then she’s trying to pull my head away.

“Brody,” she whimpers. “S-stop. You h-have to st-stop.” She gasps every other word, begging, her thighs releasing me.

Before lifting my head, I allow myself one more indulging lick. I crawl forward just a little, settling my chin on her stomach and staring at her. My chest is directly against her wet center and I don’t give a damn that she’s going to leave a spot on my shirt.

“How was that?” I know the answer. Ifeltthe answer. I want an evaluation anyway.

“You sure you’ve never done that?” she asks breathlessly, still panting. She doesn’t look down at me.

“Sounds like a good review.”

I move again, kissing my way up her body until I reach her lips. I have no idea if this is appropriate, kissing her when I’ve just had my face between her legs, but I know she’llstop me if she doesn’t like it. Thank goodness she does, her tongue exploring my mouth instead of the other way around. It even darts outward, licking the remnants of her from my chin. She tilts her head to continue what her tongue has done, moving along my jaw and back again.

“I taste so good on your skin,” she murmurs before her lips reach mine.

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