Page 131 of Beyond the Cottage

She had her answer when his flattened tongue slowly licked her from cunt to clit.

“What are you doing?” she breathed.

“Something I should have when we were fucking around in the loot room.” The tip of his tongue swirled her damp flesh.

Uncertainty edged Gretta’s moan. She’d never had anyone’s mouth on her before. It was too intense, uncomfortably intimate. He must have sensed her hesitation because he lifted his head.

“Do you want this?” His husky voice still played the game, but his eyes grew concerned.

“I don’t know.”

He winced and pressed his face to her thigh. “We can ease up if you want.”

“No. Well, maybe.”

What the hell was her problem? She took his dick pounding in her like a champ, but his mouth was too much to handle? That lick had feltincredible. She could always make him stop if it got to be too much.

“Maybe start slow?” she said.

He kissed her inner knee. “Alright.” Another kiss. “Slow.” He trailed more kisses up her thigh. “How about you tell me where to start.” His breath ghosted over her clit.

“There?”

“Good choice. Tell me if you want me to stop.”

She nodded. Without breaking eye-contact, he steadied her thighs and slipped his tongue out between his parted lips. It lapped her clit with the barest stroke.

Lightning struck Gretta. She felt it in her toes and her fingertips and everywhere in between. She sat up, flattening her skirt to get a better view. “Again.”

Eyes never leaving hers, he gave her another lick.

“Again.”

His tongue pressed harder, lapping.

“Again. Keep going.”

He swirled around her clit over and over without actually touching it. Going so…fucking…slow.

“Okay,” she panted. “I think I’m ready for more.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes.”

His tongue met her clit head on. He lashed it with quick flicks, only using the tip, hardly any surface but so much pressure.

“Oh god, Anse.”

“I want to taste you. Are you ready for that?”

She wasn’t sure what he meant, considering he was already tasting the fuck out of her. Still, she gave him a throaty, “Yes.”

He adjusted, really settling in. She felt an embarrassingly substantial rivulet leak from her. He lapped it up and closed his eyes with a hum.Tasting.

Gretta fell on the bed with her arms above her head. The feel of him at her entrance, drinking her, was somehow more intimate than actual fucking.

But it felt so goddamngood.

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