Page 101 of Truth Or Dare
I nod, raking my hand through his hair. “Anything.”
His lips part on a shaky breath. “I want…” He closes his mouth again, squeezing his eyes closed.
I can’t help but smile. “You can say whatever it is,” I encourage him. “It’s you and me, Chris.”
He open his eyes, staring back at me, and nods. “Yeah.” His lips curve in a smile. “It’s you and me.” Those words from his lips make me exhale heavily as he runs his hands down my back, and grips my ass. “I want to eat you out.”
A groan climbs out of my throat when he squeezes my ass in his hands.
“I want to lick your pussy and feel you come on my tongue.”
“Fuck,” I moan, bucking my hips into him. My pussy throbs, and I have no doubt that if he moved his hands to my front, he’d find me dripping for him. “Are you sure you’re a virgin?”
A laugh bubbles out of him. “I’m not anymore.”
I click my tongue, grinning down at him. “That’s right. I popped your cherry.”
“You’re such an idiot,” he says with a grin, leaning closer to kiss me. “Why did I ever tell you that?”
I laugh against his lips, but it dies down when he kisses me, our mouths moving in sync as his tongue swipes over mine. I begin to shift off his lap, so I can lie down on the bed, but Chris stops me, pulling back to look at me.
I frown. “I thought you wanted—”
He shakes his head. “Not like that,” he says.
My frown deepens. “Then how—”
“I want you to sit on my face.”
Fuck.
“Yeah?” I ask him, breathless at the thought.
He nods, grunting as he bucks his hips up, making contact with my thigh. “Fuck yes.”
He lies back on the bed, propped up by two pillows, and his hands grip my hips, pulling me up until I’m straddling his chest, and my pussy is an inch away from his mouth.
“Fuck,” Chris grunts, staring down at me as he grips my ass in his hands. “Spread your pussy open,” he begs. “Let me see all of you.”
My legs shake as I run my hands down my stomach, and slowly spread my pussy open for him.
“Christ, Gabi,” he moans, his eyes darkening as he zones in on me. “Come here,” he begs. “I’m dying to taste you.”
I shuffle on his chest, getting closer to him until his tongue reaches out and licks the length of me in one slow, long lick.
“Oh god,” I moan, closing my eyes.
“Teach me how to make it good for you,” he says, flicking his tongue over my clit. “Let me know if I’m doing it right.”
I grip his hair in my hand, and move my hips. “My clit,” I say, moving my pussy over his tongue. “Suck it into your mouth.”
He breathes hard against me, and presses soft kisses against my clit, before he wraps his mouth around it and sucks. “Like this?”
“God, yes,” I moan, my hips moving frantically over his face. “More,” I beg. “Lick me, Chris.”
“Fuck, Gabi,” he grunts, licking my pussy like an ice cream cone. His tongue flicks over my clit, teasing it with the tip of his tongue. “You taste so fucking good.”
He groans, gripping my ass to push my cunt lower onto his tongue, alternating between french kissing my clit, and flicking it with the tip of his tongue. Pleasure racks through me until I’ve abandoned any rational thought, and start grinding against his tongue, moving my pussy over him.
