Page 31 of Three Not-So-Little Words
“Lie down,” he commands.
I crawl onto the big comfortable bed and lie on my back.
He looks at me with so much fire in his eyes I feel like I could combust at any moment. I’ve had a lot of men look at me like they find me sexy. Their dicks get hard, and suddenly, I’m all they can see. But with Drew, it seems different. I not only feel sexy when he looks at me, but beautiful too.
Maybe I’m just imagining it just because I’m horny.
As he moves to join me on the bed, I lift my butt so that I can take my thong off. When I’m completely naked, I let my knees fall open. The cool air tickles my wet pussy, sending shivers up my spine.
I reach down to touch my clit as I very impatiently wait for him to get his shoes off. I appreciate him not wanting to wear them on my bed, but come on. I’m practically vibrating with anticipation.
Finally, he moves up the bed, and hovers above me to kiss me before moving down to focus on my breasts. I’m not lacking in boob department. They’re not perfect or entirely perky anymore, but they’re more than a handful.
And tremendously sensitive.
So, when Drew’s tongue starts licking the stiff peaks of my nipples, my pussy pulses. He alternates between the two, making sure each of them gets equal attention.
It’s driving me crazy. If he does it long enough, I could probably come from this alone.
But I want more.
I start to wiggle my hips, lifting them toward him and hoping to God he gets the message.
It only takes a few seconds for him to get it. As he moves lower, I have no idea what he has planned. He talked about going down on me, but right now, I’ll take it any way he wants to give it.
Usually, I’m a bit more patient and methodical, but not now. All of our flirting and buildup has made me ready to explode.
Drew settles between my thighs. Pushing my pussy lips apart, he says, “Fuck, woman. Let’s see if you taste as good as you look.”
He presses a single kiss to my thigh before his tongue gets to work.
Unlike my last encounter with a man who couldn’t find a clit to save his life, Drew has no trouble. His tongue moves from licking slow small circles to flicking against it. He gauges my reactions and gives me more of what I like the most.
It feels incredible.
“Drew,” I moan, stretching out his name as I get lost in the moment.
When he gently sucks it into his mouth and massages it with his tongue, I about come unglued.
My hands search for something—anything—to hold onto. I settle on tweaking my nipples between my fingers, adding to the pleasure I’m feeling.
I feel myself ambling rapidly toward an orgasm. I’m right on the cusp, needing just a little more to find sweet release.
“Go up just a little bit,” I instruct. “Right there. That’s the spot. Just a little faster. Holy shit, Drew. Just like that. Don’t stop!”
And he doesn’t.
He doesexactlywhat I need him to do. Heat floods my limbs, starting in my core and moving outward. My hands grip onto the back of Drew’s head, holding him in place while I come into his mouth.
His tongue slows, giving me a few more soft licks to gently bring me down. I’m sensitive and in a complete state of euphoria, but we are just getting started.
I grab the hem of his tank top and lift him so that he’s looking at me. “Now, that is how you eat a pussy,” I tell him.
He lets out a small laugh before I lean forward and kiss him. I run my tongue over his bottom lip, tasting myself.
With a smile, I say, “My turn. Take off your pants.”
He stands up to do it, and instead of waiting for him to return, I go to him. My hands take over and unbuckle his belt and pants. I stare into his eyes as I yank them down along with his boxers.
