Page 21 of Good Girl

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Droplets of water have pooled in the dip of her collarbone and they sparkle in the dappled sunlight as I lower my mouth to kiss her there, sweeping the dampness from her skin with my tongue.

She drags in a sharp breath and I feel the pulse in her neck begin to race as I trace my tongue along it and up to the small hollow behind her ear.

Her hair is damp and cool against my cheek as I gently bite her earlobe.

A low, gratified moan rumbles in her throat and my cock hardens fully in response.

Gathering the towel in my hands, I begin to rub it gently over the top of her back then lower to the swell of her buttocks. I kiss under the line of her jaw, then down the long column of her throat, feeling her swallow against my lips as I gently press them against it.

Letting go of one side of the towel, I bring it round to the front of her body and dab it over her shoulders and the tops of her arms, then move down to the water-speckled skin of her chest and the top of her breasts.

She’s letting out little pants now, as if she’s enjoying this, but just to make sure I ask, ‘How does that feel?’

‘Amazing,’ she whispers. ‘Like the whole of my skin is super-sensitised.’

‘Good,’ I whisper back, smiling to myself. If she’s turned on just from being touched like this, what I’m about to do to her is going to blow her mind.

She inhales sharply as I get to my knees and begin to sweep the towel lower, over the tops of her breasts, then her nipples, which are standing erect and are rosy-pink after the heat of her shower. I have the strongest urge to draw one into my mouth and feel her squirm with pleasure, but I restrain myself, ordering myself not to get distracted.

As I move lower, swiping at the smooth skin of her stomach and gently dabbing into the hollow of her belly button, her fingers curl into fists at her sides.

I guess she’s beginning to suspect where this is going.

Avoiding the place I’m most interested in for the moment, I get down on my haunches and move the towel in soft, smooth strokes from the tops of her thighs right down to her ankles, then back up again, pushing her thighs gently apart as I go so she has to spread her feet a little more widely apart, exposing more of her beautiful pussy to my hungry gaze. I let my breath fan over her as I work, seeing her skin turn pink under my attention and feel the muscles in her legs vibrating as I work the towel over them again.

‘Relax. I’ll be gentle with you, I swear,’ I murmur.

She lets out a rough groan of frustration. ‘I know I’ve still got a lot to learn about all this.’

‘There’s really not that much to learn. Once you’ve figured out what you do and don’t like, it’s pretty straightforward from there.’

‘Really? Because it seems like a minefield to me. People make such a big deal about it.’

‘Only people who are too afraid to ask for what they really want.’

‘What do you want?’ she asks with hesitation in her voice, as if she’s worried it’s too personal a question.

I smile, pleased she’s asked me.

‘I want to go down on you. I want to put my mouth on your hot, sweet pussy and make you moan with pleasure. I want to feel you come on my tongue.’

I hear her breath hitch in her throat and when I look up she’s gazing down at me with wide, startled eyes.

‘Relax,tesoro,’ I urge her again. ‘Trust me. Be proud of your amazing body. Let go.’

‘But I don’t know how.’ Her voice jangles with nerves.

‘Stop thinking and let yourselffeel. Nothing else matters right now, just this. Just my mouth on your pussy, my breath on your skin.’

With that assurance, I finally bend forward and run my tongue down the seam of her pussy lips and over the swell of her clitoris.

She drags in a loud, stuttering breath and I sense her hands ball into even tighter fists by my head.

Dropping the towel now, I use my fingers to open her up to my gaze, locating the tiny bud of nerves that’s about to give her so much pleasure. It’s already swollen with anticipation and my mouth fills with saliva. I tongue her there, pressing down gently at first, then sweeping around its circumference, finally moving on to lazily flick the tip of my tongue from the base to the top, feeling her shiver with delight.

‘Oh, oh, oh!’ she breathes. ‘That feels amazing.’

‘And it’s only going to get better,’ I promise her, bending forward to do it again, this time with a little more pressure, flattening my tongue to make my sweeps wider and longer at first, then bringing them back into tight little circles.