Page 27 of Werewolf Heart

“God, you idiot—”

But she closes her mouth as his lips find her clit again. He kisses it gently at first, to warm up and to tease, to build up momentum as he changes between licking left to right to pulling the whole bulb into his mouth. From her heartbeat, Robert knows she’s close. He traces a finger around her opening, sucks earnestly as he dives the digit in. Sara begins to spout out several curses, ranging from unusual to some, he suspects, in her native language. It’s colourful and it makes him hot to think she’s losing her composure by the minute.

When he thinks she’s loose enough, he slides another finger in. Curls them upward. Her thighs begin to shake as if she’s in a roller coaster. Going round and round. He slides a third finger in.

“F-fuck!” She shouts. “M-merda! Foda-se, eu vou me vir. Eu vou me vir.1 Rob. Rob, please. Rob. Fuuuck!”

Not one to disappoint, Robert sucks on her clit twice as hard, just as he curls all three of his fingers up and up—

“Rob, Rob, R-ROB!”

Sara closes her legs over his head, hard. She falls apart around him, shaking and trembling and whispering sweet things about his mouth and fingers. Robert lets go of her cunt—as lovely as it is—and gazes up as Sara comes back to Earth. He can’t help it, he smiles from ear to ear.

“Had a good time?” He asks, giddy.

“F-Fuck off,” she exhales. “Fucking hell. Best orgasm ever.”

“Really?”

“Jesus Christ, your mouth— It’s like butter. I don’t know how to explain it. And your fingers— How did you find my spot that fast? Fuck. Jesus. Fuck.”

“Your body told me all I needed to know.” It was as if it was screaming, in fact. Touch me here, and there, and suck me just like that, and move at the sound of my heart, and don’t stop. Don’t stop. But he figures that’s too much information to divulge right now. Sara still looks a bit out of it. “You wanna shower?”

“Yeah, I really need a shower. And a forty-five minute nap. Holy fuck, you really took it out of me.”

“It was a good meal.”

She laughs. “Idiot.”

Robert goes to lift himself off the sofa but she stops him. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“Uh, to take a shower?”

“Baby, you’re still hard as a rock.”

And as to emphasise, her hand covers his crotch.

“Oh,” he says, perhaps a little too high. “T-That’s okay. I can take care of it myself.”

She smirks. “Not a chance.”

His trousers are tugged down, showing his checkered boxers to the whole world. Sara licks her lips. Her fingers play with the waistband, tugging further down until his fully hard cock is exposed. The tip is red, wet drops spilling over.

“Look at that,” she whispers, and blows cold air straight to his dick. Robert shivers at the contact. “Oh, it twitched! So adorable.”

“S-Sara, come on.”

“Sucks to be teased, doesn’t it?”

Out of nowhere she licks the head, sucking at the end. Rob groans, and clutches a cushion so hard it rips. Once again, he’s embarrassed. Sara laughs to herself.

“At this rate,” she says, chuckling. “We’ll have to replace the whole house.”

“Depends if you’re gonna keep teasing me all day.”

“Look who’s all bossy now.” She begins to tease his cock, wrapping her hand around his thick girth, caressing over the three big veins covering the length. “You know, I have to confess something.”

“Uh?” He says, a bit distracted.

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