Page 63 of What If I Knew You

“Teach me. What should I do next?”

“U-uh…” She clears her throat and I nearly grin at the effect I know my touch is having on her. “If you’re taking things slow,I would uh…I would recommend kissing up her inner thigh, teasing her a little, you know? Making sure she’s ready.”

Doing as she instructs, I tenderly pull her legs apart and then bend down to pepper slow kisses along her inner thigh, curling my tongue in small circles with each kiss. When I peek up at her, I notice she’s watching me, her mouth hanging open, and her eyes heated. “Like this?”

“Mhmm.” She nods. “And then when you’re ready, and you feel like your partner is good and ready…”

“How will I know?” I ask, my voice sounding gruff. “Will she be wet?”

“Yes,” she answers but her answer sounds more like a sigh as my fingers trail through her soaking pussy.

“Fuck,” I whisper. “You’re…Corri, you’re glistening.”

“You’re very good at this.”

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I stare are her beautiful pink center and lick my lips. “I really want to taste you right now,” I murmur. “You look…fucking sweet.”

She opens her legs further, allowing me to raise one of her feet and hook her leg over my shoulder. “Let’s see how a man eats his dessert,” she says.

Hell. Yes.

Leaning down, I separate her with my thumbs and then flatten my tongue against her and drag it through her sweet pussy.

“Oooh my God!” Corri moans, lifting her hips in response to my tongue. “That is…” she says, trying to breathe calmly. “That is…perfection.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“You taste good Corri.” I lick through her a second, third, and fourth time, flicking her clit with the tip of my tongue on eachstroke. She rewards me with sensual moans and tight little gasps of breath that tell me she’s loving this.

I’m loving it too.

Hearing her pleasure is a huge turn-on for me. Like she has me under her spell, the more sounds I can pull from her the more I want to pleasure her. The more I want to hear her voice. Every sound that escapes her. Making her come is like a new reward for me. The sound of her orgasm better than the sound of the siren when I score a goal on the ice.

“Change the word good, Alan,” she says. “Tell me again how I taste.”

Swirling my tongue through her soft pussy, lapping at every available drop of her, I murmur against her body, “Fucking delicious.”

I feel her hand slide through my hair, gripping the strands and practically guiding me through her sweet center. “God, yes, Alan! Just like that. Now dip your tongue-OOOOH God!”

Call me an overachiever, but dipping my tongue inside her, stroking inside like I’m pulling honey straight from the tree, causes her to lift her hips and fuck my face with wild abandon.

It also causes my cock to harden in my pants.

“Come on, Corri. Keep fucking my face,” I tell her with my face buried in her heated pussy. God, I could die like this, suffocated by pussy, and die a ridiculously happy man. “I want to hear you when you come. I want to taste your release, baby,” I mumble between flicks of my tongue on her clit as she moans louder, breathes faster. “I could eat you for hours.”

And that’s no lie.

The way her body responds to me makes me feel so alive.

Like I’m a fucking warrior.

Her grasp on my hair tightens as I continue my assault on her clit. Unwilling to show mercy now that I have her in this heightened state, I flick, flick, flick, flick, with my tongue untilher pussy clenches and she’s finally screaming. “OH MY GOD! I’M CO-I’M COM-FUUUUCK, I’M COMING!”

When she lets go of my hair, I pull back and press my lips a few times to her inner thigh before lowering her leg back to the mattress. “You know,” I say as I work my way back up her body while she comes down from her climax, “I think I’m starting to become addicted to hearing you come. Your excitement seems to be going straight to my head.”

She cups my extremely stiff cock with her hand. “I feel that.”

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