Page 46 of Crave

“I’d be mad if you didn’t,” I tease.

He caresses my swollen clit, rubbing the exposed tip until my thighs shake. Then he takes a deep breath and presses his beautiful face to my cunt.

His mouth’s everywhere again. Broad, flat licks, like he’s trying to press his whole tongue against every crevice of my pussy. He’s so enthusiastic, so fucking eager.

“Whoa, stallion,” I gasp, fisting his curls. “Slow down.”

“God, I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?” Even in the dark, his cheeks flame scarlet. I feel the heat rolling off his body.

“It’s not a race, baby. We’ve got time. I just want to feel you.”

Taking a deep breath, he dives in again, lapping my clit. He flicks the ring with his tongue, and I bite my fist to keep back a moan. He explores my soft flesh slowly now, lavishing licks all over my cunt. I’m so sensitive and open to him and so fucking wet.

Taking his hand, I guide him to my tight hole. I moan when he probes me with two fingers, massaging and exploring.

I struggle to keep my voice down. “Ben, I’m going to — oh, don’t stop — keep doing that —”

He sucks on my clit. He’s shuddering with excitement between my sprawled thighs. I have no doubt that his cock is hard again, poking into the seat of the bus.

But he’s careful now. Pushing down the stallion, keeping it bay, while with infinite patience he flicks the little nub at the apex of my cunt.

My thighs shake uncontrollably. I can’t remember being so in tune with another person. An instrument played with such total attention.

His fingers twist inside my cunt. His tongue ceaselessly licks my hypersensitive clit. And all the sensations are spilling into overload, because it’s too much, I can’t take how good it is, we’re the centers of each other’s worlds right now and it’s more than I can bear.

I come.

Hard.

My pussy closes on his fingers in a long spasm. Squeezing him, carrying us both away. His breath hitches, and I know he’s startled by the sensation of being so powerfully gripped. But he’s so sweet; he doesn’t stop licking until my thighs go slack and I stroke his curls.

“Ben,” I sigh.

He climbs on top to kiss me. I savor my tart juices smeared over those beautiful lips. I suck on his tongue, wanting every last drop of my flavor mixed with his breath, until he groans and pushes his hot erection between my legs.

He’s big. He’s young. He’s innocent and wildly excited. And I can’t wait another second.

Grasping his cock, I rub him up and down my slick valley, soaking him in the juices that well up. Finally, I let him slide until he lodges at the opening to my pussy.

“Right there, baby.” I wrap my arms around his trembling body, wanting to hold him close at the moment that he loses it. “Go ahead. Come inside.”

He pushes slowly, so fucking slowly, sweat dripping off his forehead onto mine, as the flared head of his cock opens me a little at a time. I bite my lip at his size.

“Are you sure?” he whispers. He’s barely inside me, and he’s afraid to push. “You feel so — so —”

I kiss his cheeks, his eyelids, his lips. His broad cock, rubbing against my sensitive opening, is driving me insane.

“Take me, Ben.” I lift my hips.

There’s a sudden big thrust that makes me gasp. But I hold him tight, murmuring sweet words as he sinks in deep, stretching and filling me. I tell him how wonderful he is as he begins to move.

In his excitement, he’s gentle and rough all at once. His green eyes are wide as he plunges his cock into me again and again. Like when he sucked on my neck, he doesn’t realize how hard he’s fucking me. The breath flies from me as he grinds against my clit. As he unleashes all his eager unrestrained force.

It actually does hurt a little. He’s big, and his movements are jerky. But the pain is a pinch of cayenne pepper in a froth of hot, melted chocolate. It adds the perfect kick of heat, an edge that I love.

I run my hands over his lean back and beautiful ass, encouraging him.

“You’re so beautiful, Ben. I love the way you feel inside me. I love being close to you like this.”

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