Page 92 of Sweet Harmony

Biting her lip,she handed him the pillow and he wedged it between his knees,resting the right brace-covered one on top of the pillow.

“There,” hesaid. “Now, get that sweet pussy in front of my face.”

She blushed andchewed some more at her bottom lip. “Connor, I don’t think Ican.”

“You can.” Hestroked her back. “You’re beautiful and sexy and I want to tasteyou so much, honey. I know you’re feeling shy and a littleembarrassed, but there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Yourpussy is beautiful, and I can’t wait to taste it.”

He reached outand traced his fingers over her inner thighs. “Please, honey,” hecoaxed. “Let me be the first to taste your pussy. It’s important tome.”

A little shiverwent down her spine and the last of her embarrassment faded away.She wanted him to be the first too, she realized, wanted it verymuch. Without hesitating, she manoeuvred her body on the bed untilshe was lying on her back, her right thigh next to Connor’s headand her left leg draped over his ribs. Her pussy was directly infront of his face, but his delighted look made any embarrassmentshe might have felt not even appear.

“Good,” he saidas he rubbed her left leg with one strong hand. “Shift a littlecloser, honey.”

She wiggleddown a little further and moaned when she felt his warm breath onher pussy lips. He kissed her inner thigh and slid one hand underher ass to cup her cheek. “Your pussy is so pretty, little Kira. Sopretty and so wet.”

She grabbed thesheets in both hands, her back arching when he licked across herlips. His tongue was warm and wet and so soft. She immediatelywanted more.

“Please,” shesaid. “Do that again.”

She expectedhim to tease and torment her like he was so fond of doing. To hersurprise, he bent his head immediately and licked her pussy againbefore using his thumb and finger to spread her pussy lipsapart.

“Look at yourpretty little clit,” he said.

She cried out,her hips thrusting off the bed when he licked her clit. He lickedit again before brushing his lips across it in a feather lighttouch that made her shiver.

“Oh God,” shesaid, “that feels so good.”

“This will feelbetter,” he replied.

Her eyeswidened and she made a soft scream of pleasure when he sucked onher clit. She’d never felt anything so good in her life. As hisfinger slid deep into her pussy, he sucked and laved at her clitwith firm strokes of his tongue.

There was noteasing. He was a man determined to make her come and holy fuckinghell, she was one hundred percent good with that. She reached downand slid her fingers into his hair, holding tight as she rubbed herpussy shamelessly against his face. The rough stubble on his jawrubbed against her pussy lips, sending more shivers of delight upand down her spine. He sucked on her clit again, his finger – nofingers, he’d added another one – slid deeper into her and sheclenched around that thickness, needing, wanting, more.

He didn’t seemto care that she was practically shoving her pussy into his face.In fact, the pace of his fingers pumping in and out of herincreased, and he sucked even harder on her clit. The tip of histongue flickered across it as he sucked and that was all ittook.

She screamed,her back arching, her fingers digging into his scalp, and came withexplosive intensity all over his face. Her pussy clamped downaround his fingers, squeezing compulsively as wave after wave ofpleasure washed over her. She rocked against his face, her leftfoot drumming against his back, her right foot slamming into themattress as her orgasm went on and on, her slender body rigid andtense with the pure ecstasy.

Finally, sheslumped against the bed, releasing his head and letting her legsfall open. He raised his head, his face was dripping wet, and thenkissed her inner thigh before carefully lifting her leg off of him.She rolled to her side, panting harshly for air as he slid his wayup the bed.

He spooned her,his big hand cupping her breast as he wiped his mouth on the sheetand then kissed her back.

“Okay?” hemimicked her from earlier.

“Can’t talk,”she croaked. “Orgasm-induced heart attack.”

He laughed andkissed her back again before resting his head on the pillow behindhers. “Should I be calling 9-1-1?”

“God no,” shegasped. “Knowing my luck, it would be my brother who showedup.”

“Good point,”he said. “I do not want to have to explain to him that your heartattack was because I ate your pussy.”

“My preferencewould be for you to just let me die.”

He laughedagain. “Noted.”

She turned toface him, studying his eyes in the dim light. “You’re really goodat that.”

“Thank you,” hesaid.

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