Page 35 of His To Unravel
Slowly, I sink to my knees before her, eyes locked with hers as I do. I place a hand gently on her thigh, and her breathing quickens.
“May I?” I ask, my voice hushed, reverent.
She slowly gathers the hem of her dress with trembling handsand gives a small nod. I feel a surge of possessive satisfaction as she gives me this silent permission.
The dress bunches at her waist, revealing baby-pink panties trimmed with lace.
Fuck. This woman is going to be the death of me.
I lean in and tongue the edge of her panties, teasing. Her fingers bury themselves in my hair, tentative and shaking. I grab her hands and press them firmly to my head, giving her permission to take whatever she wants.
I nuzzle the soaked fabric between her legs, breathing in her scent, branding it into my memory. Slowly, I slide her panties down her legs. Her pink pussy is slick and puffy with need for me.
God, she’s perfect.
Her hips lift instinctively, seeking me out, and I dive forward, letting her find me. I slide my tongue between her soft folds, tasting her for the first time. She gasps and arches into me.
“Fuck, Olivia…” I groan against her, “you taste so good. So sweet.”
A broken “Oh God” escapes her lips, her grip tightening in my hair.
My palms press against her inner thighs, opening her wider to give me more space to work as I bury my entire face in her sex until I’m coated in her.
A moan slips free from my sweet, beautiful girl as I close my mouth over her clit and suck hard. Her back arches as she rocks into my mouth, writhing on my tongue with a desperation she doesn’t try to hide.
When I feel her grip tighten in my hair, I know she’s starting to let go, allowing herself to give in to the moment.
Emboldened, I move lower and begin working up and down her slit, pushing deeper and deeper until I’m licking inside her, slow and deep.
She starts to writhe, slick and needy under my mouth. “That’s my girl.” I murmur against her. “Let go. Give in to me.”
Her cries get sharper as I apply pressure to her clit with my thumb—she’s starting to sound as wild and high as I feel.
I replace my tongue with a finger, and when I see how easily it slips inside her pussy, I add another. Thrusting into her, I close my lips around her swollen clit, sucking and licking in tandem. She squeals and bucks, pushing my face even deeper.
“Nate, I’m so close…” Her words come in soft pants. She is tense, hot and coiled around my fingers, and I know it won’t take long.
I find the spot where every nerve seems to ignite, drawing a gasp from her lips. I glance up at her, and the sight of Olivia’s wide green eyes glittering with desire as she watches me fuck her with my fingers is extraordinary.
I feel her clench around me, her thighs trembling, breath stuttering–so close. My voice comes low, rough with need. “Let me have it, Olivia. You don’t ever have to hold back with me.”
Time means nothing. She is so sweet and silky on my tongue, I could happily remain buried in her tight cunt forever. I won’t stop until she falls apart for me.
And then, she does.
She cries my name, voice breaking as she comes, a little gush of wetness spilling out around my fingers. I lap it up, devouring her. My fingers continue to thrust inside her, letting her ride it out until her breathing slows and her body goes slack.
I slowly remove my fingers and lift them to my lips, licking them clean to ensure not a drop of her is wasted. With a final kiss to her clit, I slide her panties back into place.
She’s breathless, her hands clutching my shoulders as I rise. Her cheeks are flushed, her gaze hazy with the residual pleasure, and I feel a thrill knowing I’m the one who’s left her this way.
I brush her hair back from her face, letting my thumb trail along her cheek.
“You did so fucking good, Olivia,” I praise, kissing her softly.
She gives me a shy smile, eyes dipping as if the praise flusters her more than everything I just did to her.
I lace my fingers with hers and pull her from the bench. “It’s getting late, I’ll walk you back to campus,” I murmur, smoothing out her hair, relishing the warmth in her gaze, the newfound trust in the way she looks at me.
