Page 34 of Past Due

He stabbed his tongue into her mouth and gently dipped his fingers between her labia. She mewled and rocked her hips, letting her legs fall farther apart in a silent invitation for him to continue. And continue he did. He stroked her pussy, discovering her anatomy and learning how she liked to be touched. Not too firm but not slow.

Her response guided his movements, and when he brought the pads of his fingers, now slick with the heat of her core, to her clit, she cried out and gripped his shoulders. He grinned against her breast, nipping at her sensitive peak, and swirled his fingers around the little pearl he had uncovered. He watched her face, holding her gaze as she shuddered and gasped.

“Please don’t stop,” she pleaded, her hand flying to his tattooed forearm. “Please.”

He flicked his tongue against hers. “Let go,” he urged. “Let go for me.”

Her fingers tightened on his arm. “B!”

Watching her come undone made filled him with male pride. He swallowed her cries of ecstasy with a kiss and only moved his hand away when she pulled on his forearm. He held her gaze as he sucked the shine of her off his fingertips. She blushed furiously and whimpered like a kitten. “Besian!”

“No,” he said, turning her face and forcing her to meet his stare. “No embarrassment between us. I love everything about you.”

“Even that?” she asked softly.

“Especially that,” he said and noisily kissed her cheek. “In fact, that’s exactly what I want to taste now.”

She made an excited, anxious sound, but didn’t try to push him away or close her legs as he snaked down her body. The piquant musk of her filled his senses, and he slid down onto his belly atop the bed. He nuzzled her pussy and licked teasingly between her labia.

“Fuck, Marley,” he swore roughly. “You taste so fucking good.”

She whimpered again, threading her fingers through his dark hair, and he smiled against her cunt. He wanted her to feel comfortable, to embrace her sensual side and to enjoy making love with him without feeling any hesitation. If he had to eat her pussy every day to convince her, so be it.

He used his fingers to gently separate the petals of her sex. She was so lush and wet, so inviting and soft. He lapped at her clit, just slow, teasing strokes, and then let his tongue drift lower. When he thrust inside her, she squealed and tried to escape. He held tight to her hips, holding her right there, and tongue-fucked her until she settled down.

Her thighs quivered on either side of his head, and he returned his attention to her clit. He drew a shocked gasp when he suckled the tiny bud and fluttered his tongue over it. He focused his attention right there, licking up and down and in slow circles until he felt her thighs tighten again. Circles, then, he decided.

Her bare feet slipped up the bed. Her toes pressed into his hips. He lazily lapped at her, going slow enough that she could enjoy the build to her climax. He placed his hand on her lower belly and gently lifted, just enough to shift her clitoral hood out of the way. The change in sensation made her cry out, and she rocked her hips, pressing her pussy to his mouth for more.

He slipped faster circles around her clit, alternating quick sucks, and drove her to the edge. He gripped her thigh, not letting her wiggle away, and kept at it until she screamed his name. She arched off the bed, her hips undulating wildly as he held tight to her waist and enjoyed the pulse of her pussy against his mouth.

She shuddered with aftershocks, but he didn’t let go. He just licked slower, lighter, and eased her back down to earth. She ran her fingers through his hair and whispered his name. Finally, catching her breath, she whispered, “Thank you.”

He couldn’t help it. He laughed and kissed her inner thigh. “You’re welcome, rrushe.”

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, not sure if she was amenable to sharing such an intimate act so soon, and playfully kissed his way back to her mouth. She moaned against his lips and scratched at his shoulders, drawing him in closer. “That was amazing,” she said when they separated. “I knew it would be, especially with you, but it was still...staggering,” she said finally.

“Staggering?” he repeated, grinning at the pretty way she had with words.

“Staggering,” she parroted and kissed the tip of his nose.

Noticing how flushed she was and how she still seemed slightly out of breath, he grew concerned. He placed his palm over her heart, almost afraid of what he would feel. “Are you okay?”

“Besian,” she said with a roll of her eyes, “I’m perfectly fine.” She poked his chest. “If anyone should be taking it easy, it’s you.”

“Is that a crack at my age or my health?”

“Both?” She smiled mischievously.

“Sounds like another challenge,” he murmured against her cheek.

“Oh, no! Not another challenge. You’ll kill me if you try to prove your stamina.”

“We wouldn’t want that.” He nipped at her throat and kissed a constellation of freckles at the base of her neck.

“Definitely not,” she whispered. Her hand moved down his chest to his pants, and she unbuttoned and lowered the zipper. “Take these off.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. He shucked his pants and boxers and tore off his socks. Naked, he joined her on the bed and didn’t put up a fight when she straddled his thighs. She combed her fingers through her hair, tossing it over her shoulder in an effortlessly sexy way.

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