Page 54 of Pushing Daisy
Daisy edges Sloan back, laying her down on the cold floor. She kisses down her neck again, stopping to nibble at the base before moving south and lifting Sloan’s shirt to kiss between her breasts and down her stomach.
She places her hands on the waist of Sloan’s pants and looks up. “Tell me to stop at any point, and I will.”
“I know.”
Daisy undoes Sloan’s pants, hooks her fingers in the waist, and pulls them down as Sloan raises her hips, allowing them to pass over her glorious ass and revealing a sheer red thong that makes her pussy look like the most delicious, juicy apple. Daisy licks her lips, eager for a taste.
She leans forward, softly kissing the inside of Sloan’s thigh. She hasn’t even made it to the main event, and Sloan is already squirming underneath her.
“Please, I need you,” Sloan begs.
Daisy leans back, pulling Sloan’s pants off of her ankles, freeing her legs. She slides a finger under the seam of Sloan’s thong, following the edge as she lightly brushes her wet cunt.
“You’re so wet.”
“Because of you,” Sloan whimpers. “Please.”
“Please, what?” Daisy asks as she runs her thumb delicately along Sloan’s seam. Her thong is drenched, and Sloan’s hips buck into Daisy’s hand, seeking more, but Daisy pulls her hand back, not allowing it. Teasing her. “Please, what?” she taunts again.
“Please, lick my cunt. Eat me out and make me beg for mercy. I need to feel you in me.”
“Well, if that’s what you really want…”
“Yes,” Sloan breathes.
Daisy leans forward and licks up Sloan’s plump and heated seam. She’s divine. Sweet and oh so fucking juicy like berries ready to be picked. She licks again, allowing the pressure from her tongue to rub the delicate fabric along her core, creating a mix of sensations that sends Sloan’s hips bucking into her face. She settles on her stomach as she pulls Sloan’s legs apart and over her shoulders, then wraps her arms under and around Sloan’s legs, pinning her in place.
“You don’t move unless I tell you.”
“Yes, cupcake.”
The nickname is growing on her, and knowing it’s meant only for her turns her on even more. She focuses, hoping that this will work the same way as conjuring. She snaps her fingers and makes Sloan’s thong disappear. A satisfied smile emerges. Sloan’s cunt glistens in front of her, begging and pleading for attention. Who is she to deny it what it so clearly needs?
Daisy runs her tongue between Sloan’s plump lips, lapping up every bit of arousal Sloan has been putting out. It’s heaven on her tongue. As if the goddess Hecate herself blessed it. Her head spins with desire as she plunges her tongue into Sloan’s molten center, causing Sloan to moan in ecstasy.
“More,” Sloan pleads.
“Patience” is all Daisy says before plunging her tongue in again and savoring the beauty that is Sloan.
She slides her tongue up to Sloan’s clit and circles it before capturing it in her lips and sucking gently. Sloan attempts to buck her hips, but Daisy holds her in place. Lifting her head briefly, she says, “I told you not to move until I say.” Sloan groans in frustration but relaxes under Daisy’s hold.
“That’s my girl,” Daisy praises.
She places her lips back on Sloan’s clit and sucks while swirling her tongue around the sensitive bud. Sloan’s head tilts back, and her back arches, but her hips remain on the floor. Daisy can tell it’s hard for her, and seeing Sloan walk the line between pleasure and obedience is hot as fucking hell.
She brings a hand back out from under Sloan’s leg and licks her fingers. Returning to suck and flick her clit, Daisy slowly runs her middle finger along the edge of Sloan’s entrance, teasing her as she draws out the anticipation.
“Please, I need more. I need to feel you inside me,” she begs, her hands moving up, looking for something to grab onto but finding nothing.
Daisy slowly enters one finger into Sloan’s pussy. Goddess almighty, she’s so fucking wet and tight.
“More,” Sloan breathes.
Daisy slides a second finger in, feeling Sloan clench around her. She curls her two fingers inside Sloan, finding her G-spot and pressing lightly.
“Yes. Yes,” she pants. “More.”
Daisy adds a third finger. She’s so tight, clenching hard around her, drawing her in further as Daisy pumps harder.
