Page 38 of Accidentally Fudging the Beast
I press my tongue against the lace, tasting her through the fabric. She shudders so hard the bed creaks. I hook my fingers into the panties and pull them down, dragging them off as slowly as possible.
She's beautiful everywhere, but here? Christ, here, she's a fucking work of art. I stare, memorizing the sight all dripping and pink, letting her feel how much I want her.
"Trent," she whispers, and there's a plea in her voice I can't ignore.
I dip my head and lick her, soft at first, just teasing. She jerks, gasping, hands clutching the sheets. I run my tongue up and down, then circle her clit, flicking it until she's shaking.
She tastes better than fudge, better than victory, better than anything else in this world.
I keep at it, slow and relentless, holding her hips down so she can't get away. Every time she tries to lift off the bed, I press her back, making her take it. She's moaning now, her voice going high and desperate, and I know she's close.
I slip two fingers inside her, curling them just right, and she nearly screams.
"You're so good at that, Trent. Oh my go—"
I suck her clit, hard, and she explodes, coming apart all over my face with her thighs trembling and her hands in my hair. She pulls me closer, grinding her hips up, riding the wave until she's bonelessand panting.
I keep licking, gentler now, cleaning her up, kissing her inner thighs as she comes down.
When she finally opens her eyes, she looks dazed, like she's been hit with a truck. I fucking love that look on her.
I crawl up her body and kiss her, letting her taste herself on my tongue.
She kisses me back, hungry and raw.
"Fuck," she says when she catches her breath. "You're going to kill me."
I brush my nose against hers, grinning. "Not until you come at least two more times."
She laughs, but I'm not joking. I want her coming all over me as soon as humanly possible, as often as humanly possible.
I slide my hand between her legs again, my fingers slick with her arousal. She's still sensitive, but she doesn't shy away. If anything, she spreads her legs wider, letting me in.
I kiss her again, deep and lazy, while I play with her. I want her to know exactly how much I want her. I drink in every whimper and gasp, high on the sound of her breaking for me.
She comes again, less dramatic this time but more intense, her body locking up as she clenches around my fingers. I swallow her moans, kissing her through it, holding her tight.
She falls limp, her face pressed against my chest, giggling like she can't believe this is real.
I stroke her hair, letting her breathe. She feels so fucking good in my arms, I just want to freeze time and keep her right here.
She tugs at my waistband, clumsy and impatient. "Your pants," she growls. "Off. Now."
I oblige, standing just long enough to strip out of them.
The second I'm naked, she wraps her hand around me, stroking slow and deliberate.
"Jesus," I mutter, barely holding on.
She grins, all teeth and sin. "Payback."
I won't last if she keeps that up, so I grab her wrists and pin them above her head again, kissing her hard as I crawl over her. I line myself up, watching her face as I push forward.
She's tight, hot…perfect. I have to grit my teeth to keep from losing it instantly. She feels that fucking good wrapped around my cock.
I set a slow, steady rhythm, savoring every thrust, every gasp, every time she clenches around me. I want this to last. I want to fuck her until the sun comes up. God, I want to brand every single inch of her, claim it all as mine.
She wraps her legs around my waist, drawing me deeper. The slight change in angle makes her gasp my name in a way I fucking love. I lean down, nipping at her throat, whispering everything I've been dying to say.
