Page 109 of Grim
She slips them down without a word, and I guide them the rest of the way—lifting her feet, one at a time—then toss the lace to the floor like a trophy.
There she stands, bare, beautiful, perfect. And I stare, just for a moment. Just long enough to commit it to memory.
My eyes flick to her cunt. Slick. Pink. Pulsing. A fucking masterpiece.
“Look at you,” I whisper. “Shining for me already. Exquisite.”
I lean in and kiss her inner thigh first before moving upward, continuing to stalk her body with my mouth.
I press my mouth to the bundle of nerves for a lick and some firm pressure. When I separate from her with a gentle kissing noise, a low rumble of approval emits from deep in my chest. The vibration causes Rue to let out a delicious moan.
“Eager,” I muse while giving her clit a hard suck.
I explore her folds with precision, teasing her clit with the flat of my tongue, then licking up with just enough pressure to make her thighs shake.
“You’re doing so well,” I praise, knowing that Rue’s pleasure is tied directly to her level of comfort.
She releases an appreciative whimper when I tell her, “Wider,” while lightly tapping her thighs.
She obeys without hesitation.
I bring my tongue instantly back to her cunt, this time exploring deeper. The tip penetrates her tightness as the rest of my tongue massages and strokes against her clit. As her moans deepen and her thighs soften, she places her hand to the top of my head for support and possibly for a bit of control.
“That’s it,” I say without stopping my assault on herpussy. “Bury me in your cunt, Rue. Use. My. Face.” Each word quakes from my throat, sending vibrations along my lips and tongue.
I feel Rue’s legs begin to shake, and my hands take firm hold of her ass.
She responds to the pressure by subtly bucking her hips upward. I reward her instincts with a low, deep hum as I shake my head savagely from side to side.
“Your desperation is delicious, Mayday. I want to drown in your pleasure.” My voice comes out heated, like a popping, crackling fire. “Can you come for me now?”
She whimpers. Nods.
“I’m close,” Rue says, though the way her body screams for me makes those words seem comically redundant.
I know, Mayday.Oh, I fucking know.
To emphasize my possessive thoughts, my tongue travels to her sensitive clit and I flick it greedily, coaxing her body closer to the cliff’s edge of pure desire.
When the stimulation becomes too intense, she grips my hair firmly. I respond to her nonverbal request by placing my mouth fully over her wet cunt. Her voice rises, her legs spasm, and my hands lift her slight frame from her ass just a fraction off the ground, devouring her like the first meal after a fast.
Her orgasm rides out in waves, and my tongue doesn’t slow—not until she’s done shaking. I lick her clean reverentially, pressing open-mouthed kisses to her thighs, her mound, whispering between each one.
“Douce.”
“Souple.”
“Paradis.”
Her shaking subsides as I separate my mouth from her lips to drink her in. I take several steadying breaths as she tries to do the same.
I rise slowly, licking her off my lips like her essence possesses a power greater than any medicine. And when I finally meet her eyes, she glows.
We are both beautifully wrecked. I’m soaked in her. Lips slick, jaw sore, but she was worth every second.
“That. Was …” she mumbles.
“Just the beginning,” I finish for her, which seems fitting, considering I did just finish for her.
