Page 21 of Sing Your Heart Out

Smith moves forward, reaching up to tug my mouth down to his. I bury my fingers in his short, dark hair as he invades my mouth, our tongues dancing together.

I feel his hands on my knees, pushing them open wide. I resist at first, until he stops for a second and murmurs, “Relax, Sarah”. I let him part my knees, baring my pussy.

I expect him to go right for it, but he doesn’t. Instead he moves closer, kissing my jaw, my neck, my shoulder. I run my hands along his strong shoulders, feeling the muscles in his upper back as they move.

He kisses my right breast, cupping my bare flesh and closing his lips over my nipple. I throw my head back and groan as he sucks and licks at it, using his teeth to draw my nipple to a hardened point.

“Fuck,” I gasp, beginning to writhe against him. I feel my pussy growing wet, and I am just brazen enough to press my mound against his chest.

He releases my breast from his mouth with a loud pop, kissing his way down to the top of my mound. I hazily hear a voice in the back of my head saying that Smith is really here, in my bathroom, and he’s about to eat my pussy. Is this real?

I push the voice aside as Smith runs the tip of his tongue up and down my slit, teasing me. “Smith…” I implore. “Please.”

He kisses my thigh instead. “Please what?”

“Just… please,” I say, scooting forward an inch. “I’ve already waited for two months. Don’t make me wait any longer.”

He considers me idly, kissing my inner thigh a bit more. When he withdraws, I can’t help it.

“Smith!” I whine.

But he surprises me again by pulling me by the hand toward the bedroom. “We need more space,” he says simply.

I head toward the bed, and he lets me go. I sit down again,

He starts to strip, first his clingy dark shirt, showing off his pecs and biceps and abs in a stunning display. Then his black jeans, his legs long but powerful, each nearly the size of my body. Soon he’s left wearing only damp, black boxer briefs…

And I might be drooling a bit. Smith moves toward me, as sinuous and powerful as a jungle cat. I move back on the bed, but he grabs me by the ankle.

“Stay,” he orders.

My eyes go wide; he can give me commands anytime, I swear. He climbs on the bed and lays beside me, his eyes burning like twin firebrands. I roll onto my side, using my knee to try to hide my nudity a little, but he won’t have it.

“Uh uh,” he says, pushing my knee back. “There’s no reason to hide from me. You are gorgeous, every inch of you.”

I flush, nodding a little. He trails his hand from my collarbone to my breast, and down to my hip, giving it a squeeze.

“You’re so fucking pretty, Sarah,” he tells me, meeting my eyes. “You drive me crazy, almost every day, just by being yourself. I can hardly stand it.”

I don’t respond right away. I wouldn’t even knowhowto begin answering that kind of compliment. Finally, I manage, “I feel that way about you, too.”

Smith isn’t listening, though. Instead, he pushes himself onto his knees, bending down to kiss my collarbone, the top of my breast. He kisses my nipple, then sucks the nipple into his mouth. His mouth is so hot and wet, and my hips raise of the own accord.

My mouth opens, a mewling cry coming out. He laves my nipple with his tongue, then releases it. I make a disappointed noise, but Smith has other concerns. He kisses his way down to my navel, pushing my knees apart to make room for himself.

He pushes me up the bed as far as possible, then finds a comfortable spot between my legs. He pushes one knee up, trailing kisses along the inner thigh.

I squirm a little, although I know that what is coming will be incredibly hot. Still, I’m distantly uncomfortable in my own skin, worrying again that I can’t live up to his fantasy.

He uses two fingers to find my seam, tracing it lazily up and down, up and down. His fingers get a bit of my juices on them; he stops and pops his fingers in his mouth, making a contented sound as if that’s normal.

I blush and lock up, my knees pulling together a little. But then he parts my lower lips with those same two fingers and leans in close, kissing my clit.

“Oh god!” I say, panicked. It feels so good, so wet and so hot, I don’t know if I can take much of his teasing. When he kisses my clit again, swirling his tongue around it this time, making loud sucking noises, I bury my fingers in his hair.

He does figure eights with his devilish tongue for a minute, while I moan and try not to buck my hips against his face. After he closes his lips around my clit and sucks, though, I can’t help it.

“Oh god, oh god,” I repeat over and over again. “I… I’m close, Smith.”

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