Page 54 of Felonies are Forever

“What?” I ask, lowering myself to my knees in front of her, knowing I need to taste her. To run my tongue through her heaven so I can continue to breathe.

“I feel the same way.”

She giggles, and it’s my new favorite sound. So innocent, so carefree, such a contrast to the confident, beautiful seductress I’ve already seen. She may be worldly in her own way, but there’s a little girl behind the woman, and I want nothing more than to place myself between her and the world, to let her know that I will always protect her and keep her safe. She flushes, her hands pressing down on her thighs as she holds them shut and watches me through lidded eyes.

I inhale her arousal on the warm air as I move my hands to hers, picking them up and placing one on each of her magnificent tits.

“Play with them. I want to look up and see you touching yourself while I dine.”

“Dine?”

I release her hands and bring mine to her knees, and her moment of confusion turns to a lustful knowing as she shifts her hips. I spread her open, taking my first long look at the pink slash that’s danced in my dreams and my thoughts every moment since I first set my eyes on her.

I wait a moment until her delicate, red-tipped fingers connect with her upturned nipples, and as she starts to pull, I swear I hear her purr.

With a growl, I lower my face, a single word slipping from my lips just before my tongue makes contact.

“Mine.”

She gasps, and I moan as my mouth connects with her smooth flesh, the perfect flavor of her pussy spreading through me.

The patch of deep blonde curls points my gaze toward that heaven as my tongue slips between her lips, and I feel the nub of her clit, hot against me. As I look up, I see her eyes on me, her lips open and her hands on her tits, playing with her nipples, and I nearly spray the inside of my trousers with cum.

“God,” she moans, her head pressing back onto the crimson velvet, the color of the fabric matching the color of her lips perfectly, and I lose myself between her legs.

I want to be everywhere. On her, inside her, next to her. I lick and suck and taste, wanting to memorize every part of her, of this first experience for both of us, even the sounds she’s making as she enjoys herself—and her laugh may be great, but the noises she’s making right now are my newest favorite sound.

As I bring my fingers to her soaking opening and press one just inside, her hips raise to give me more of her. I think I always knew somehow, we would end up here, since the first time I saw her. We’re almost strangers, but it doesn't feel that way.

I know exactly what to do, and it’s because somehow, I know her. My inexperience flooded me with doubt for a fleeting moment, then some deep primal instinct took over and guided me.

I lick her clit, sucking it between my lips, and I’m already addicted to her.

My name is on her lips as she continues to play with her breasts, her eyes pinned to mine as I devour her until she’s shaking and drenching my face with her cum.

I swallow, lick, swallow some more, because all of her is mine and I will hate myself if I let a drop go to waste.

Even as I nearly drown in the glory of her orgasm by my mouth, I know the fire that’s started between us is just the beginning.

I need more. All of this…touching her, eating her…it’s just the beginning.

Her legs spread wider as her climax has her twitching and jerking on my face, but I don’t relent. I flick my tongue and glide my fingers in and out of her tight opening, moving faster and faster. She’s so fucking tight, it’s hard to get just one finger inside of her, and I wonder how her tiny body will ever take what I’ve got.

I’m no slouch in the size department, but I never gave it much thought until Seleme. She’s so small, and if her body is barely able to accommodate my middle finger, I know when I get my cock inside her it’s going to hurt.

I run my nose and mouth up and down, wanting her primed and as soft as possible when the time comes.

As her inner walls clamp down on my finger, I brush the rougher patch of skin a few inches inside and look up to see her fingers digging into the flesh of her tits.

“Such a good girl,” I grit out between strokes of my tongue. “Your pussy is telling me things. Telling me it wants more. It does, doesn’t it? Greedy pussy is begging for my cock.”

Seleme’s eyes narrow as her legs tense, her back arching against the red velvet as she cries out my name, grinding her pussy against my mouth.

Her hands fall from her tits, sliding into my hair and gripping tight, holding on as we both ride out her orgasm. As she clings to me, I know I will never forget this moment. Any of these moments. No matter how many more we have together, this first time will play on repeat in my head for the rest of my life.

Even if I live to be a thousand.

I reach down and unleash my erection, unable to hold back any longer as my heart tries to punch a hole in my chest. There are times in life, points where you know you have to keep going, because there was a point of no return and you already flew past it.

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