Page 51 of The Summer Arrangement
I fucking love how she relaxes and lets me in, rather than being shy. Her confidence is a turn-on, and my dick twitches in appreciation.
But I ignore it and focus on her.
With her beautiful bare pussy on full display, I moan, “Mmmm… Liz… You’re fucking beautiful.”
Sliding a finger along her slick heat, I’m rewarded with a guttural cry, “Oh, Cam… so good.”
Her back arches into me as I circle her outer lips, purposely skipping her clit. I know it’s sensitive, and I want her begging with need before she falls apart on my face.
“More, Cam… I… Fuck… Oh…My…” Her outburst becomes a gargled slur of words the moment my tongue traces the same pattern as my finger.
“I love this sexy cunt of yours,” I say between flicks of my tongue. “Soft and sweet and oh so perfect.”
After one taste, I’m certain I didn’t spend nearly enough time between her legs the last time we were together. I’m for damn sure making up for it tonight. She tastes like heaven, and the way her body responds makes me want to feast on her for days.
Every few strokes, I slide my tongue along her clit, and she bucks in appreciation. Needing to milk out every ounce of pleasure from her, I shallowly insert a finger and rim her opening. I’m rewarded with her fist clenching my hair and pressing my head right where she wants me.
“C-Cam… I…Oh my… Fucking god… More…”
After a few more circles, I add a second digit and press further into her tightness. In and out, around the rim, and as deep as I can go, I fuck her with my fingers as my mouth focuses on everywhere but her most sensitive spot. When I add a third finger, her hips thrust wildly. Needing to keep her in place, I press my other hand on her lower abdomen and devour her completely.
By the time I give into her needs and finally suck her clit into my mouth, she practically levitates from the bed. My pride soars as a slur of her curses fill the room.
Fuck me, she’s turned on.
Her grip tightens on my hair, and her body stiffens.
She’s so fucking close, and I’ll be damned if I can’t push her over the edge.
It’s a painful pleasure, and I’m certain I’ll be bald before the night is over.
But who needs hair?
I could eat her for breakfast, lunch, and dinner and never tire of her taste.
When I point my tongue and rapidly flick her clit, her thighs tighten around my head.
Massaging her g-spot, I press harder.
“Cam… I’m…” is all the warning I get before her once wild body stiffens, and I feel tremors start deep from within.
“Ohmigod… Cam… I’m…” is the last thing I comprehend before her legs become a vise grip on my head and screams of ecstasy fill the room.
Her coming on my face is hands down the hottest thing ever.
Pulse after pulse, I stay with her. Making sure I milk every last ounce of pleasure, I relentlessly maintain my rhythm.
When her trembling subsides, I stand and slowly kiss up her body. She barely moves a muscle until our eyes meet. Then, a lazy smile slowly spreads across her face.
“You good?” I ask when she doesn’t reach for me.
“I’m wrecked… In the best possible way…” she says on a whimsical sigh.
Leaning in, I kiss her tenderly.
She feels like heaven came to earth. I’d stay here all night, if it weren’t for my legs hanging awkwardly off the end of the bed.
This just won’t fucking do. Reaching for her, I suggest, “Need help getting further up the bed?”
