Page 48 of Strelitzias in Spring

I don’t come daintily; no, I come wildly. My body thrashes against Wolf’s face, convulsions that can’t be contained as the inferno spreads from the center of my body and through every extremity. I feel light and heavy, bright and dimmed, like the entire center of my world was focused on Wolf’s impressive tongue, and the minute he delivered my only non-self-induced orgasm, my world got a little darker, a little seedier.

“Holy fucking shit.”

“I know, princess.” He pauses, licking a path from my inner thigh up to my vagina, collecting all the cum he missed. “You ready to ride my cock now?”

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Wolf

Whenever I hear people compare pussy to flowers, food, or a drink, I think they sound like fucking morons. Pussy tastes like pussy; the anatomy is the same in each one, and there’s no such thing as “petal” pussy lips or a delicate rosette of an asshole. Anatomically speaking, every pussy has a clitoris, clitoral hood, labia, urethral opening, and vulva, followed by a vaginal opening and then the anus.

I’ve enjoyed every encounter I’ve had, with every pussy I’ve tasted; before tonight, I would even go as far as saying that there were no real distinguishable tastes between partners.

I’m humbled as I lick Serena’s cunt, trying to drown myself in her cum. She’s like nothing I’ve ever had or tasted before, an ambrosia that makes me sound like a goddamn idiot, but it’s addicting all the same.

The hesitation in her eyes when I told her to strip was unmistakable, and I was half-convinced that she’d kick me out of her apartment and tell me to fuck off. I was even more surprised when her eyes narrowed right before she started fucking herself, putting on a show that every cam girl wishes they could pull off. I watched, dumbfounded and hard, as her small hands glided over her rib cage, over that pretty little tattoo, and up to her nipples, where they squeezed and pinched the flesh the way I was dying to.

I settled into her couch, watching the show as she fell back into her wall and performed for herself, with me as a casualty in the room. I was so entranced by the way her fingers glided through her opening that I almost let her come on her fingers, moments away from a self-induced climax that wasn’t hers to give.

If I get her one time, for one night, I’m sure as fuck not allowing her to get herself off, even though images of her finger-fucking herself will play like a loop in my mind for longer than I care to admit.

Ripping her hands from her pussy and her perky tit, I grab each wrist in a soft hold and press her palms against the wall. She moans my name, and I can’t help the sharp words that come out of my mouth, “That’s fucking right, ‘Wolf.’ Fuck your fingers tomorrow night; tonight, you’re coming on my tongue.” I dive in, smelling her pussy and nearly drowning in the scent before I start lapping at her, working my head between her thighs until she’s almost seated on my face. Looking up her body, I eat at her, savoring the flavor of her arousal until it’s all I can focus on, all I can sense, the need for her to come on my tongue fucking palpable.

Changing my speed and pressure, I capture her clit between my lips and suck, pulling on the bundle of nerves before biting down lightly, giving her the pain she so obviously craves as an accompaniment to her pleasure. Her body stills, her thigh muscles going rigid around my ears, and I release, soothing the sting with a long, slow lick that’s intended to give her a light pressure to contrast the burn.

“Fucking delicious,” I murmur into her skin, looking back up her body until I meet her eyes. Her pupils are blown out, and her skin is flushed, making her golden complexion look like it’s fucking glowing against the sterile white walls of her apartment. She looks like a goddess, a fucking siren sent from the gods to be the end of mortal men.

“I—” she starts, her voice breathy and low, but I cut her off, needing to feel her come over my face before I find my release inside her.

“Need to come on my tongue. You’re right, princess,” I finish for her, wasting no time licking from her pussy to her asshole and back again, circling her opening with my tongue and diving back inside. Spearing my tongue, I tense my muscle and open my jaw as wide as I can, trying to see how much of her pussy I can fit in my mouth as I fuck her with my tongue. Her hips start to meet my thrusts, slowly at first, until her movements become frantic and uncontrolled, as a testament to how close she is to climax.

I feel her wrists pull against my hold, and though I fucking hate the idea of not being in control, I hate the idea of Serena’s hands not being on me even more. Releasing my grip, I go fucking crazy as her fingers grab at my hair, pulling me closer as her hips continue to fuck my face. Gripping her hips, I help her ride my tongue, nearly coming in my pants when her pussy starts to contract against my tongue, and her cum covers my mouth, drenching me in the sweetness that is inherently Serena.

Softening my hold and my tongue, I let her body sink back against the wall, though I don’t fully release her. Keeping my face level with her cunt, I’m fucking transfixed as her cum starts dripping out of her, dripping down her inner thigh like melting ice cream, and I can’t help myself from capturing the droplets with my tongue.

She mutters profanities, and I savor how the smell of sex lingers on her skin, turning her usually light scent musky. Casting my eyes to her couch, I consider the logistics of what we’re about to do.

I can delay our satisfaction and have her take me to her bedroom, I can fuck her from behind, letting her body fall over the arm of the couch as I take her soaked cunt in hard thrusts, or I can let her ride me and set the pace. All three options have my cock dripping more precum in my briefs, but only one gives me access to the tits she was playing with before I got my mouth on her. I look back at her face and pride myself on the blissed-out look on her features.

“You ready to ride my cock now?” I ask, and her eyes widen, the brown irises bright with interest and surprise. Not giving her a chance to answer, I unfold my body from the floor and stand up, letting my hands trail up her outer thighs and waist as I rise. Looming before her, I reach down, cupping her perky ass, and lift, letting her legs fold around my torso once again. I resist the urge to drive into her and dry hump her like a pimple-faced teenager with his first taste of pussy.

Walking around the coffee table, I sit on the couch. Grabbing her calves, I unlock them from around my waist and rest them on the deep-seated couch so that she’s able to place weight on her knees. Leaning back, I rake my hands over her thighs, up her waist, and settle them on her face, guiding her down until her lips are centimeters away from mine.

“Taste yourself, princess.” I eradicate the distance between us and take her lips, seizing her mouth and working it open with my tongue. She lets out a gasp, and I take advantage, stealing my tongue inside so that she can taste how goddamn intoxicating she is. Her tongue battles with mine, tangling together until our mouths are fused so completely, so expertly, it’s like we’ve done this before.

Pulling back, I break the kiss. “Rise up on your knees, Serena.” She follows my instructions, allowing me access to unbutton my jeans. “Take my cock out, princess.”

Drawing her lip into her mouth, she bites down, hesitating for a minute before lowering her hands from my shoulders and grabbing my briefs, tugging down until my dick springs free, standing at attention before her.

“Wow,” she whispers, sounding like a cross between reverent and horrified. I’m not surprised; I don’t have the longest dick; it’s average-sized, maybe an inch above, and there are no crazy hooks, bends, or piercings that characterize it. However, while my length is average, I’m thick, and I doubt her fingertips will overlap if she holds it in her hand. I stopped bothering with blowjobs years ago because women couldn’t fit past the head between their lips without risking lockjaw.

I watch her as she surveys my dick, resting between us like a tent pole. The attention she’s giving to it makes me want to line up her pussy and drill into her, but as much as she worked herself up and as explosive as her orgasm was on my tongue, I know from experience that I need to work myself inside, little by little.

“Can I…?” she starts, gesturing toward my cock like it’s going to bite her.

Raising an eyebrow, I try to keep the humor out of my voice. “Can you what, princess?”

She clears her throat, throwing her shoulders back before she continues, “Touch it. Can I touch it?” I nod, staying still as she places her hand on top of my dick. I stifle a groan at the contrast in our skin; Serena’s touch is warm and golden, while my skin is pale and perpetually cold to the touch. With a feather-light touch, she traces the veins on the underside of my dick like an explorer uncovering unchartered territory. I clench my jaw, willing myself to remain still as she glides her nails across my sensitive skin.

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