Page 31 of Digit's Deflection
“Kiss me.”
“With pleasure.”
Lowering my lips to hers, the kiss turns hot so fast it rocks my world right off its axis. The kind of kiss I’ve only ever experienced with Liora. Yet better, now that we’re both adults, and I have a better idea of what I’m doing. And a better understanding of what a woman wants. It leaves us both gasping for air, and I’m left wondering how the hell I managed to survive without her for so long.
Supporting my weight on my arms, I take in the glorious riot of blonde hair that surrounds Liora like a halo, light glinting gold in the strands. The need to touch her, feel her skin beneath my hands has me going to an elbow so I can run a hand down her arm. Touch as gentle as I can manage as desire builds, has goosebumps breaking out all over her body and makes me smile.
As I reverse the path, I marvel at the contrast between the satiny smooth skin of her arm and the rough, callused skin of my hands. I grin as she squirms when I reach her shoulder, as if she’s anticipating where I’ll touch her next. Leaning down, I pepper the softest of kisses across her chest.
From the right side to the left, I drop them in an imaginary path over a collarbone, across the base of her throat where I can feel the pulse beating fast, like the tiniest of birds trapped there, to the other collarbone.I contemplate retracing the path but seeing a dusky pink nipple, tight and just begging for attention, I change direction.
I keep the kisses light, barely there, reveling in the sighs coming from Li. Finally reaching my intended target, I enclose the tightly furled little bud in the warm, wet cavern of my mouth. She arches into the sensation, moans in pleasure. Her legs rub together restlessly.
My mouth paying her homage at her breast, I trail a hand down her body, parting her thighs so I can brush my fingers across her clit. A shiver wracks her frame at the light touch, but me pressing my thumb against the swollen little nub has her arching her back off the bed once again.
“God, yeeesss ... that’s the spot. Mmm, so good.”
“So responsive,” I croon as I slide two fingers into her wet depths and feel the muscles flutter as they welcome me in.
Running my tongue over the beaded nipple, I blow a stream of air over the wet tip and grin as she expresses her pleasure by gripping my hair.The little bud puckers up, as if pouting at the sudden cool air.
“Show me how much of a good girl you are, Princess,” I say, continuing to glide my fingers in an out of her pussy. “Will you come for me?”
“I don’t know – I don’t think so. I’ve never been able to come on command in the past. To be honest, I’ve always had trouble climaxing in general. But for you, I’d be willing to try.” Her words warm me.
“That’s my girl.” Kissing my way farther south, I shift back on my knees, giving myself easier access to her pretty little pussy, wet and waiting for me to lavish attention on it. “Let’s see what we can do to help you go over, shall we?”
Burying my face between her luscious thighs, I nuzzle her pussy, teasing her clit with my tongue. Laving, nibbling, sucking the little nub into my mouth, I lavish attention on her clit; all the while stroking in and out of her tight channel.
The flutters that initially welcomed me into her body are getting stronger, rippling harder. Liora may not believe she can orgasm easily but, personally, I just think she never found a man willing to take the time she needs.
The young Liora I knew back home was slow to trust. And sex is nothing if not an act of trust. So when a guy is all aboutthe end goal, not taking the time to make his partner’s pleasure a priority, it’s inevitable shit’s going to have a disappointing ending.
Determined to show her what it can be like, I cup my free hand around her ass cheek, lifting her hips higher, allowing me to press my face closer. Stiffening my tongue, I let Liora ride it like a mini dick as she gets lost in the moment, grinding my face.
Her movements become frantic and frenzied, the muscles of her pussy clamp down on my fingers, and her body goes taut as a board.
“Treven …”
“I’m right here, princess. Let it go, let me have it. All of it,” I say before going back to pleasuring her.
Her fingers tighten in my hair, her hips rock against my face, and she teeters on the edge.
“Oh …” That single word conveys so much, but most of all I’m intrigued by how shocked she sounds. As if she never expected her body to feel what it does, or that the orgasm that’s about to hit, by the feel of things, would happen.
Liora gives a wail I’m sure my neighbors can hear, clutching my head in both hands for all she’s worth, and the muscles of her pussy clamp down on my fingers tight as a fist.
“Oh. My. God …” Her voice is breathy, teary, emotion riding just beneath the surface.
I give her time to come back down to earth and settle, resting my head on her stomach, drawing in the heady scent of her deep into my lungs. We lay like that for long minutes, and eventually the tight grip she has on my hair eases.
“Holy shit, dude. That was – well, I’m not sure what that was, other than – um, actually, I don’t know what that was.”
Turning to drop a kiss on the bare skin of her stomach, I can’t help but chuckle.
“Spectacular. I think the word you’re looking for is spectacular. As in, you were fucking spectacular. Watching you come was that, and so much more. Not to mention, fucking hot.”
Shifting up the bed, I settle on my side to face her. Liora rolls toward me so we’re almost nose to nose. Tears sheen her eyes, and color rides high on her cheeks.
