Page 50 of Summer Shivers
“Pink dildo and the little red vibrator?”
Her eyes widen. “How did you—”
“Cameras in the bedroom.”
“Oh my god.” She buries her head in her hands. “I didn’t—”
I pull her hands away from her face. “No reason to be embarrassed. It was fucking hot to watch.”
“Oh yeah?” she asks, coyly. “Maybe I can do a reenactment sometime.”
“Fuck yes. Know what else I want to reenact?” I ask. I wait until she meets my eyes again, then I kiss her. A soft kiss at first, ’cause I know she likes those.
I instantly need more. When I hear her moan, I take it. Pushing my tongue into her mouth, I pour everything I’m feeling into this kiss. The passion, the longing, the love.
I give it all to her, not stopping until I’m so out of breath I feel lightheaded. I pull my lips away, chest heaving.
“Need you,” I rasp.
“Yes,” she breathes.
I untie the belt on her robe and push it from her shoulders to pool at the floor. She stands before me, naked and exquisite. I lean in to kiss a few of the bruises from the fucking savages poking her with sticks and broom handles. I work my way around her body kissing them all softly. Trying to show how sorry I am, even if it’s not my fault.
She reaches down as I’m kissing her shoulder and pulls my shirt up from the hem. I reach behind my neck to get it the rest of the way off. Her hands graze my bare chest, fingers sliding through the hair there, giggling when my abs contract at her touch.
I let her explore.
Until it’s my turn.
I push her back against the couch and move to kneel in front of her. Spreading her legs wide apart, her pussy glistens in the firelight. She drops them open even further, an invitation I’m not even sure she realizes she’s giving. I take my time, start with kisses on the insides of her ankles and the bottoms of her feet. She gasps in response, jerking her leg back when I hit a part that is ticklish or sensitive. I move my hands up her calves to the backs of her knees, my lips soon following. Kissing and licking the skin as I go. My tongue leaving a trail of wetness in its wake. I palm her thighs, spreading her legs impossibly wide, before burying my nose in her pussy and breathing in deeply.
“Fuck, you smell so good,” I groan. I lick the folds surrounding her clit. My tongue dipping in to fuck her entrance, allowing myself a hint of what I’ll be feasting on soon. Her hands come around my head to hold it in place.
“Please,” she begs.
I flatten my tongue against her and lick her hard. Her body writhes as I hit the end of her clit and suck. Her hands pull me in closer. It’s all I can not to devour her. She wraps her legs around my head, a sign as far as I’m concerned that screams all systems go. My mouth engulfs her like I’ve never eaten before and fear I never will again. She cries out my name, making me grunt in satisfaction. Her first orgasm is quick to happen. Her body tensing and bucking as she comes all over my face. I slurp at her juices as they flow out of her, coating my lips and chin. My hips attempt to fuck the base of the couch, my cock desperate for a release. I need her to come again, if not two or three more times.
I slide two fingers inside her, crooking them slightly to find that sweet spot. Then I flicker her clit with my tongue, getting both at the same time. She’s so tight, so wet. Her muscles clamp down around my fingers, her cries grow louder. “Oh, my god, Ty. Oh, god.”
My thumb inches toward her ass and pushes it way in when I find that puckered hole.
Her thighs clamp around my head, hands pulling my mouth against her as she screams, undulating through her release. Her hips up, head thrown back, body straight as a board as she lets it roll through her, and she looks amazing doing it.
She begins to sob. “Oh, god, oh, god.”
“You okay?”
“It’s good cries. Good cries.” I place her feet gently on the floor, before wiping her excess come off my face with my hands. She curls into herself on the couch.
“Too much. It’s too much, I can’t.” She’s panting.
“Nowhere near done, babe.”
We can’t be. Want this every day. Time between her legs, giving her pleasure, feeling her thighs tighten, her muscles spasm, hearing her cries, tasting her release.
“So fucking beautiful.” I reach my hand out to caress her cheek. She leans into my palm, then grabs it to pull me toward her to run her tongue over my lips.
“I like the taste of me on you,” she says.
