Page 19 of Two days, One Pucking Night

“Yes.” I run my tongue against her clit, licking the spot with a single stroke, needing to taste her.

Fuck. The first taste of her salty goodness makes me almost lose my mind. I am ready to eat her whole. I have to force myself to slow down. This. Sofia. Is fine cuisine that deserves to be sampled and enjoyed.

My lips find her thighs, kissing trails up and down them. With my tongue, I tease her clit. I keep repeating the move, unsure if I’m tormenting her or myself.

“Stop playing with me, Xav.” Sofia grinds and scoots closer. She makes a feeble attempt to lift the top part of her body but I smack the lips between her thighs, and she falls back, whimpering in a way that tells me my little princess is exactly what I imagined—a closeted freak.

“Patience, princess.”

“I’ve been patient, but you keep teasing me. I need—”

Before she can finish the sentence, I devour her, silencing her complaints by sucking on her clit. I pull on the bud, licking, kissing, and sucking it.

“Please, Xav.”

Spurred on by her words, I lift her feet and place them over my shoulders, giving me better access to her. I drag my tongue from her clit to her ass and stop at the hole there. I swirl my tongue around the spot.

I know anal is a no-go area for most people. But Sofia’s response to my mouth on the spot tells me she is open and receptive to at least trying it out.

“Yes. Right there.”

I repeat the process several times, and when I feel her release close, I slide a single finger inside her pussy.

Sofia whimpers, palming her breast.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” My hand pumps inside her, slow, fast, alternating the pace.

“Another finger,” she encourages.

I love how responsive and unabashed she is about what makes her feel good. I follow her request, easing in and out with two fingers while sucking on her clit.

Her body tightens, and her pussy swallows my fingers, pulling them deeper into her heat. “That’s it, princess, come for me.” I flick her clit with a swipe of my thumb, and I watch as she unravels before me. A siren. Lured to my doom by the sound of her sweet song.

“On my tongue, princess.” I pull out my fingers and drink her release. I am a starved man, insatiable.

My ears ring, and blood pumps through my body, revitalizing me with a new thirst and fuel. I could spend the whole evening here, eating, drinking, and feasting on her. She is a well, Mimir’s Well, and I am the Norse God, Odin, willing to sacrifice my body to share in her wisdom, nourishment, and essence.

I don’t stop drinking from her well. I swallow every single drop, stroking her clit, voracious for more. More knowledge. More insight. More of her.

“That’s it, princess, let go.” I come up for air.

Her chest is pushed forward, back arched. “I can’t. It’s too much.”

“Yes, you can. Come for me again.” I coax her with lazy, languid strokes with my tongue.

When she comes, her body grows limp, and she falls back on the island, a satisfied smirk on her lips.

“We aren’t done, princess. We are just getting started.” There is so much I want to do to her, for her, on her, in her. I’m overcome by the depravity of my own mind.

Sofia sits up.

“Keep those legs open.” I tap her thighs, ensuring I still have access to her pussy. I swipe my thumb over the remnants of her orgasm and raise my fingers to her lips. “Open.”

Sofia opens her mouth and swirls her tongue around my finger.

“Suck.” The heat and warmth of her mouth makes me want to bust.

She swallows my thumb, using her tongue as a vacuum.

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