Page 96 of Firestorm
“Oh, you liked that.” Skye commented. With my eyes squeezed shut, all I could do was nod weakly.
Skye’s hands left my face, and I opened my eyes just in time to watch her lower her leggings enough for me to see the trimmed curls above her pussy, so pretty and perfect. I squeezed my eyes shut with another groan, and she giggled.
“Do you want this?” she asked softly.
“Yes,” I practically whined.
“You think you deserve it?” she asked, her voice still deceptively soft.
My eyes sprung open. I stared at her over me, my eyes wide as I realized what game she was playing.
My lip. Fucking. Wobbled.
“No,” I whispered, not trusting my full volume.
Skye’s eyes softened and she ran her hand through my hair again in that way that made it feel like she was petting me.
My eyes closed again, and I slowed my breathing.
This was fine.
I didn’t deserve this encounter with her. She didn’t have to share anything with me if she didn’t want to. She’d already given me so much.
This. Was. Fine.
“Taste me, Aiden.” Skye whispered.
My eyes shot open and I scrambled through the dirt to get into position. My breathing was heavy, and as I breathed in her natural scent, my eyes nearly rolled back in my head. I kissed her mound before moving lower, licking along her seam as best I could, moaning as I finally got a sweet taste of her. She refused to open her legs wider for me, like she was teasing me. It took me a moment or two, but I finally found her favorite spot.
Skye moaned softly as I latched onto her clit. Her hold on my hair was painful, but I didn’t care. Part of me liked it. She was a natural at this, moving my head where she wanted and using my mouth without considering me at all.
And still…I was miserably. Turned. On.
I’d done this before, obviously. Plenty of times. But this was different. Her taste was different. Me being on my knees in some weeds while desperately trying to taste more of her wasdifferent.
“Fuck, Aiden,” Skye whimpered. “I’m gonna come.”
I changed nothing, I continued my pace, savoring her clit and occasionally pushing further back along her opening.
“You think you deserve it?” she asked through ragged breaths.
“No,” I mumbled against her without hesitation. “No, I don’t.”
Skye’s breathing grew heavier as her grinding against my face became more erratic. Her soft gasps and moans were fueling something inside me that I hadn’t even known was there.
“Fuck…fuck, Aiden!” Skye cried out my name, and her knees buckled as she found her climax. I finally moved my hands, gripping the backs of her thighs to stabilize her so she didn’t fall.
I lapped at her for several more seconds until she jerked her hips back. I finally pulled away, breathing heavily but not willing to let go of her just yet. I looked up at her, resting my chin on her stomach while she looked at me with an emotion I didn’t recognize. It was intense, a warmth that I was so unfamiliar with, I wanted to look away.
“Did I do good?” I asked nervously as Skye backed away from me to pull her leggings up.
Skye clasped both her hands around my neck and sank down so that she straddled my thighs. My painfully hard cock suddenly joltedback to life like it had been hibernating while I handled her. Skye kissed me hard, her tongue invading my mouth like she wanted to taste herself on me, and fuck if that didn’t turn me on even worse.
“So good,” Skye whispered against my lips. “You did so good, Aiden.”
I could have preened.
“Did you come?” she asked as she ran her hand along my cheek. “I know sometimes–”
