Page 86 of Her Paramedic
Slate smirked at her before eating the strawberry in hand and handing the container to Talia to put back on the side table. She hadn’t been asking him, and while he enjoyed teasing her and building her up occasionally, he gave her what she wanted when she wanted.
Both legs back over his shoulder, he leaned in and licked along her pussy. The sweet taste of her and the fruit blended perfectly together. He’d definitely have to do this again, maybe with cherries next time. However, he made a mental note to thoroughly clean her up when they were finished. He didn’t want his indulgence to cause any discomfort for her later.
Slate swirled his tongue around her clit before taking it between his lips. Talia released a soft moan, and her hand came down and laced in his hair. He was sure it wouldn’t take her long to cum. He’d kept her on edge as he’d enjoyed his strawberries.
The pressure he used to suck her clit was exactly what he knew she liked, and he knew how fast it would have her cumming. Talia moved with him, her hips gyrating to get the extra pressure she wanted. Slate increased his suction, pressing his tongue against her clit each time.
“That’s it, baby. Right there. Don’t stop,” Talia moaned, hands tightening in his hair.
Her legs shook over his shoulders, and he knew her orgasm was building, was right on the horizon. Slate continued to give her exactly what she wanted, what she asked for.
“Fuck, Slate. I’m going to cum,” she announced.
As soon as the words left her lips, she was cumming. Slate released her clit and flicked his tongue against it slowly as she rode out her orgasm. Her moans filled the room, music to his ears, and he dipped lower to slide his tongue into her pussy. He wanted to taste every drop of her release. Slate worked his tongue in her, coating it in ambrosia as he pulled small mewls and keens from her.
Once he was sure he’d gotten everything he could, he pulled his tongue from her and sat up; her legs falling from his shoulders.
“You always taste like the finest of wines,” he told her, licking his lips.
“Is that so?” she teased. “It would explain why you like to live between my thighs.”
Slate ran the head of his dick along her pussy, causing her to shudder. “It sounds like you’re complaining, baby,” he teased back.
“Far from it. We both know how much I enjoy your talented tongue and—” she cut off with a moan as he slowly slid into her wetness. Her pussy stretched to fit him snug.
“Fuck, baby. You always hug me so tight,” Slate said, leaning down to kiss her. At his words, she tightened around him.
He pulled out slowly to the head, then rolled his hips and thrust back in, swallowing the moan she released as he continued to kiss her. His strokes were slow and deep, savoring the feeling of her wrapped around him. Each inward thrust felt like her pussy welcoming him home, and the way she squeezed around him each time he retreated was as if it never wantedhis dick to leave. Slate didn’t mind. He’d already made the declaration that he’d live in her pussy if he could.
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Talia rocked her hips slowly as she sat chest to chest with Slate. One of his arms wrapped around her waist, his other hand gripping her ass. As he rolled his hips up to meet each of her movements as she rode him. She’d lost count of how many times she’d cum, how many positions he had her in.
In their current position, she felt him so deep; they were so close. One of the most intimate positions and for that reason it was her favorite. She kissed him deeply as she gyrated her hips. She rose only a few inches each time before dropping her hips and taking him back in. The sensation against her walls was euphoric and had become her favorite feeling, and she squeezed her walls to hold him tighter, pulling a moan from him.
“Fuck. That’s it, baby,” he spoke against her lips. “Just like that.”
His grip on her ass tightened, and he used it to rock her in closer, to keep her down longer with every drop of her hips. His dick stimulated the sweet spot inside her, and Talia felt her next orgasm build. Her walls contracted with each thrust, and she buried her face in his neck.
“Mm, I feel you tightening around me. Are you going to cum for me again, gorgeous?” he asked. Talia nodded, and he smacked her ass, drawing a moan from her. “You know better than that, baby. Use your words.”
“Yes, baby. Don’t stop,” she pleaded, voice a whine as the pressure in her stomach swelled. It only took a few more deepthrusts before she was cumming. “Slate,” she breathed into his neck as she came, coating his dick.
He continued to roll his hips, fucking her through her orgasm. When he finally stilled, he repositioned them and laid her on her back while still buried deep inside her.
“You keep dripping like that, and you’ll drown my dick,” Slate said, kissing below her ear.
“Maybe that’s my goal,” she replied, and he chuckled before looking her in the eyes.
“Is that so?” He pulled out and jutted his hips, thrusting back in and pulling a gasp from her. “Well then, why don’t we see if you can accomplish it?”
Talia bit her bottom lip. She talked a big game, but she was almost oversensitive. The next time she came, it might be all she could take, and while he enjoyed pushing her limits, he never pushed her to discomfort.
“Or, we can see how quickly this wet little pussy can make me cum,” he said, and she knew he could tell what she’d been thinking. That she was close to oversensitivity.
She tightened around him, and the moan it received boosted her ego. The same way it always did when she drew moans from him, predatory sounds from him.
“I think you might almost be there,” she said, pulling him down to speak against his lips. “So stop holding back, and cum in your pussy,” she replied, nipping his lower lip.
