Page 64 of Unfulfilled Promises
Squatting in front of her but keeping my distance, I saw her puffy pussy lips begging to be licked, so I asked, “Are you sure? I don’t want you to think you have to or for you to have regrets after.”
She lowered her leg but kept them apart, and with a husk in her voice I’d never heard from her, she said, “I’ve wanted you to do this for months, and I just found the courage to ask.” She dropped her hand and added, “But if you don’t want to, I understand.”
There was nothing I wanted to do more, and instantly, I dropped from a squat to a kneel and crawled across the shower floor. Sliding between her spread legs, I lifted her hand and licked her essence from her fingers.
“Fuck, you taste good,” I said and leaned forward, purposely keeping our bodies disconnected as I leaned in for a kiss. Reganpressed her lips against mine, tasting the little bit of her flavor on my tongue. When she sat back, I looked deeply into her eyes as I slowly spread her knees and inched my way up her inner thighs. “Say stop and I will.” She nodded, and I added, “Say the words, Regan.”
“If I want you to stop, say stop.”
“Good girl,” I praised as my fingers met the crease of her legs.
Keeping our eyes locked, I ran my thumb over her clit, and she inhaled deeply. Judging that to be a good reaction, I repeated with my other thumb, and she shivered, pressing forward ever so slightly. I couldn’t let my cock anywhere near her pussy at that moment, so I carefully kept stroking her clit as I leaned forward and kissed the side of her neck.
She tilted her head to the side and moaned softly as I nipped my way down her slender neck. Her hips made small movements as I kissed across her shoulder and down to her perfect breasts. They were bigger than a handful, and her nipples were poking out as I licked one and then the other.
“Fuck,” she moaned, and I repeated the actions.
Rubbing her clit up and down while I nibbled on her nipples had her becoming a little more vocal. After sucking on her breasts until she was squirming, I kissed down her stomach, feeling the raised scars against my tongue. I was glad that fucker was dead. She seemed lighter and more relaxed now that the man who was her nightmare for too long was finally dead.
The closer I got to her pussy, the more eager I became. When I caught the first whiff of her sweet, musky scent, I wanted to feast until I was full. Looking up, needing to see if she was changing her mind, I saw a smiling Regan looking down at me.
I winked at her, and in one swift motion, I licked her with my full tongue from back to front, ending with a flick of her clit. Her hand came down onto my shoulder as I lifted her leg back onto the ledge, opening her beautiful pussy up to me. I wanted totaste her cum, and I wanted her to have the best orgasm of her life, until I gave her the next one.
Leaning closer, I began to lick up and down her pussy, tasting her desire for me as I pressed my pointed tongue into her wet channel and back to her clit. Sucking, licking, flicking, nibbling, I did it all until I heard her panted moans increase and the hold on my shoulder shifted to the back of my head.
“Seth, oh yes,” Regan moaned.
Suddenly, her body convulsed, and she gripped onto the longer hair on the top of my head as her pussy pulsed under my tongue and she came. Her orgasm lasted a good fifteen seconds, and the longer I worked her, the more she shivered and twitched. When it became too much, she pushed against my head, and I slowed my movements until all that was left was a single kiss to her pussy.
Leaning up, I saw her sitting back with her eyes closed and a huge smile on her face. Periodically, her body would twitch and she would smile bigger.Aftershocks.
I smiled at her as I wiped my hand down my mouth and chin, collecting her juices from my face before locking eyes with her and licking the palm of my hand.
“Let’s get you dried off and into bed, baby,” I offered, and she shook her head.
“I have to . . .” She pointed at my obvious erection poking out of my briefs, and it was my turn to shake my head.
Offering her my hands, I helped her stand before turning off the water. “I’m not asking for that, and this isn’t a quid pro quo. I’m honored you let me do that, but reciprocation isn’t necessary.”
Opening the door, I stepped onto the mat and grabbed a towel from the rack before returning to a rapidly declining Regan. The excitement and adrenaline was gone, and the need to pass out seemed to be pushing hard at her back. Carefully, Iplaced the towel around her before lifting her into my arms and carrying her out of the shower.
“Towel,” she remarked and reached over to pluck another off the rack.
Walking out, I placed her on the side of her bed that had an e-reader and charger, assuming it was her side. The towel remained in place as she handed me the other towel. Instead of using it on me, I began to dry her hair.
“I’ll get your clothes,” I said and turned to quickly grab her stuff from the bathroom.
Opening the door on my way back, I glanced out and saw no one was there, so I grabbed the clothes Booker got for me and closed the door before returning to Regan.
Her hair wasn’t dripping anymore, and with slow movements, I got her to lift her arms so I could pull her shirt on. When I handed her the shorts, she shook her head.
“Let’s get you tucked in and I’ll let you get some sleep.”
“You’re . . . you’re leaving?”
I stopped and kneeled in my wet briefs as I took her hands and replied, “Not if you don’t want me to. I don’t want to upset you, and I know everything is still so . . .”
“I want you to stay.” Her words were soft but spoken from the heart. “Please.”
