Page 164 of From Best Friend to Bride
“What are you—oh, my God!”
His mouth was on me before I could say a word. He licked my pussy with one long, slow stroke, from the back to the front, slowing up as he reached my clit. He caressed it, almost, before going back down with a groan and pushing his tongue inside me.
He moaned, and the sound vibrated through me. I was so sensitive from that bloody toy that if he did that again, I was probably going to come again.
I know he said he was going to make me forget we’d ever been anything other than lovers, but I didn’t think he meant that quite this literally.
“Ah—stop,” I breathed. “I’m gonna die.”
He wrapped his hands around my thighs and pulled me closer, pushing his tongue further inside me. It was the most overwhelming sensation, and I reached down, sliding my fingers into his hair.
He hummed appreciatively as I caught his hair in my grasp, and I pressed myself harder against his mouth. The ache was back, and I was close.
I was so, so close.
He pulled his tongue out and focused it over my clit, massaging little circles directly onto it. His hands came free from my legs, spreading my pussy wide beneath his mouth, allowing him unobstructed access to my clit.
And I came again.
Right into his mouth.
His tongue dipped inside my pussy once more, and he groaned—a deeper, gruffer groan than I’d heard out of him before. His body twitched, and another deep rumble vibrated through me as he tasted what was surely the entirety of my orgasm.
Wait.
Had he just…
I propped myself up on shaking elbows and looked down at him. “Did you just come?”
He pulled back, his lips glistening with my orgasm, and smirked. “Why? Are you bothered by it? That I enjoyed your pussy in my mouth so much that I came without even touching myself?”
I drew in a deep breath and shook my head. “It’s hot,” I whispered.
I forced myself to sit up and slid towards the edge of the bed. Fred was kneeling in front of me, his cock still erect. My leg caught the evidence of his release on the side of the bed, and he wiped it off with one hand, using his other to clean his mouth.
My gaze flickered over his body—pink and slicked with sweat, looking like every wet dream I’d ever had about him. I dropped my attention to his erection. It hadn’t softened in the slightest, and I bit the inside of my lower lip.
Fred reached up and brushed his thumb over my mouth, teasing my lip free from my teeth. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I just…” My words trailed off, and I glanced at his erection again.
He smiled, then leant into me, bringing our lips together once more. The taste of me lingered on his tongue, but I barely hadtime to register it because he took my hand and gently wrapped it around his cock.
Ah.
It was almost as if he was saying, “Go on, go ahead. I’m not saying no this time.”
I cupped the back of his neck with my hand and began to stroke him, gently moving my hand up and down his cock as we kissed. He kept his hands on my hips, still kneeling before me. He was hot and hard, yet the skin was so soft.
I rubbed my thumb over the tip and used some of his cum to lubricate his cock, and he groaned, digging his fingertips into me.
The kiss got deeper, hungrier, and it only made me want more.
I wanted more than to just touch him.
I wanted to taste him, just like he had me.
“Let me use my mouth,” I murmured against his lips.
