Page 41 of Castaway Whirlwind
“Careful, or I’m going to crush you.”
“Please.” My hips lift off the mattress, and I moan when he grinds his hard length against my center.
“Oh, darlin’.” Russell leans on one elbow to hike my knee up higher. “This is what I’ve wanted—you—for years. Beneath me. Kissing me. Mine.”
“Yes.” I try to kiss him again, but he’s already moving away.
Watching me closely, he pulls down the right strap of my nightgown. “Did it feel good when I kissed you here, too?” He swirls his fingertip around my nipple, which is a little sore, then dips to lick it.
“Mmhmm,” I hum, panting harder with the more of me that he touches.
He groans and snakes a hand down between us, palming my lower belly. “What about here?”
“Y-yes.”
“And here?” He moves his hand lower, twisting his wrist to cup my core. His thumb explores me until he finds the spot that makes my hips writhe and my breath catch.
“Oh god, yes.”
We hold eye contact when he moves down the bed to kiss my belly, then lower, his huge shoulders pushing my legs out wider.
“Is ‘pussy’ a curse word?” He kisses the inside of my thigh, then the other.
“It depends on how it’s used.”
“So if I said, ‘I want you to watch me kiss your pussy until you cum’, would that upset you?”
Want. He wants to kiss me there. My knees tremble. “No.”
Russell sits back on his heels to pull hisshirt off over his head, his chest broad and carved, dark chest hair trailing down his torso to his cock. Though his size is intimidating, I want it all the same. I wanthim. All of him.
“I want you to watch me kiss your little pussy.” Russell tugs on my panties until I bring my legs together so he can pull them off. Then he parts my knees and lays on his front, inhaling my scent deep into his lungs, making my core clench with anticipation. “Watch me while I watch you cumming apart on my tongue.”
I thought I knew what it would feel like to be kissed down there. Maybe it would be uncomfortable. Clinical. Cold. But I was wrong. Russell’s kisses are hot and wet, his tongue firm on my clit, his beard tickling the sensitive skin of my inner thighs and pussy lips. I grip my pillow above my head, my mouth dropped open in pleasure when Russell wraps his arms around my upper thighs to hold my legs open when I try to bring them together, his tongue moving lower to push inside me. I’ve never experienced anything so erotic as when he moans into me, thrusts deeper, then laps at my clit.
“Oh, oh, that’s, oh god.” I can’t form a coherent sentence, my pulse sprinting when my lower abdomen tightens.
When he lifts his chin to take his first full breath, I palm the back of his head, playing with his hair. I relax my legs, wearing a goofy smile, I’m sure. “Thank you, Daddy. That was amazing.”
He turns to kiss the inside of my wrist. “Oh, I’m not done with you yet.”
“You’re not?”
“I’m not stopping until you cum.”
“I did.”
“No, you didn’t.” He gives me a curious expression, thendives back in, his gaze locked on mine while he focuses on my clit.
My abdomen tightens further, heat growing by leaps and bounds the longer he plays with me. I gasp when the pressure gets to be too much, too overwhelming. “I don’t…what is…what?” I throw my arms back, gripping the white spindles of the headboard, my hips aching when I flex my thighs around Russell’s shoulders.
“Now you’re getting close, aren’t you, darlin’?”
“Close to…to what? I don’t…Russell!” My stomach caves in, and I whimper when the heat in my belly multiplies, then pulses out in waves, leaving me high on ecstasy.
“Yes, darlin’, yes,” he moans, licking me up and down until my legs and arms go limp. Then he rocks against me a few times when he moves up my body with a guttural groan. He smells like me when he covers my body and kisses the corner of my lips.
I loop my arms around him, a few tears sliding down my temples, but not from pain. Not so much from pleasure, either, but somethingmore. Something beautiful passing between us. Something I never want to go another day without.
