Page 87 of Love Medley
“You’re evil,” Lucy says, breathing hard. “I want you to lick me until I come all over your face.”
Fuck.
That’s all the encouragement I need. Her pussy is already dripping. How is she so wet already? Unsurprisingly, Lucy is perfect down here as everywhere else. Her pubic hair is neatly trimmed, and her clit is nestled above soft pink folds.
The first taste almost undoes me—damn, Lucy is honey on my tongue. She writhes, but I hold her down as I continue to explore her. Flicking my tongue back and forth on her swollen nub, I bathe her with my worship.
“Oh Jake!” Lucy’s hands are digging into my hair, and every little sound she makes is thrilling. “Don’t stop,” she gasps.
The only thing that would make me stop is if she asked me to, and even then, it would take a will of steel to do so. I’m thankful she’s egging me on, because I’m dying to make a mess of her.
I plunge my tongue deep inside of her folds, she arches off of the bed. She’s so wet for me. Flicking in and out, I taste her sweet nectar and can’t get enough.
When I insert one finger inside of her, her pussy clenches around my fingers. My cock immediately responds, and I have to briefly adjust my position.
Lucy is bucking her hips wildly. “Jake, I need more!”
Coming back to my senses, I slowly move my finger in and out of her rhythmically. She is so incredibly hot—and I’m so fucking lucky to be here with her.
“How about a second finger, baby?” I ask, my finger never stopping its motion.
“Yes, yes,” Lucy cries. When I insert a second finger, she lets out a low moan that makes my cock twitch. My fingers speed up their piston-like movement as I finger fuck the most gorgeous woman in the world.
“Jake, you make me feel so good,” Lucy says, her pupils blown wide with lust.
I’m not done yet. “How about this?” I ask devilishly as I curl my fingers in a come hither motion.
“Oh, yessss!” If I were a betting man, I’d guess that was her G-spot.
This is my cue to get her all the way there. I lower my face down to her clit again, swirling it with my tongue, bathing it with reverence, while my fingers find her G-spot time and time again. I don’t let up. Licking, sucking, plunging, curling.
Lucy thrashes on the bed. “Oh my God, Jake, I’m coming, I’m coming, don’t stop, don’t stop!”
I’m a freight train, my mouth and fingers working in tandem. I want to fuck her again already. God, I am desperate for her to feel good—I need to get her off so badly.
“Ahhhhh,” Lucy screams as her eyes roll out of her head, her body spasming. I lick, rub, and stroke her, wringing out every little bit of that climax from her. After multiple shudders, she is finally still.
“Holy crap,” Lucy breathes.
I slide up her body, and hug her to me, skin on skin. My cock is still rock hard, but I shift so it’s out of the way as I hold her close. “You taste amazing,” I say.
As I bring Lucy’s lips to mine, I kiss her deeply, the taste of her still on my lips. She doesn’t seem to mind—completely dazed from her orgasm. A ridiculous sense of pride fills my chest, seeing her so satiated.
I did that.
Me.
Lucy sighs. “Damn, Jake. Is it always going to be this good?”
I look at her tenderly. “I’m pretty sure it will only get better and better.”
Both of us are drowsy after our exertions, and Lucy doesn’t need much persuasion to stay over. I lend her a t-shirt to wear to bed, and seeing it draped on her slender form makes me want to pound my chest like some sort of caveman.
Mine.
Even though my arm goes numb during the night, I’m too enamoured with how Lucy is pressed against me to shift: her head on my chest, our legs intertwined, hands threaded together. Having her with me is the best feeling in the world, and I refuse to move, even if that means amputating that arm. I wake up several times just to make sure she is still there, as if to prove this is not just a dream.
One thing is clear: if this is real, I’ve officially hit the damn jackpot.
