Page 98 of Candy Canes

She slides her dress down over her hips, letting it drop to the floor. Then she steps out of the dress, then turns to walk toward the bed, giving me a perfect unhindered view of her perfect heart-shaped peach.

“Stop,” I command and her steps falter. “Don’t move.”

Fuck. She’s so obedient. What I wouldn’t give to have her on her knees, serving me. But we agreed, tonight should be about her, about her pleasure, not mine. Really starting to hate that decision though. I don’t trust myself not to just bend her over and fuck her from behind. So I put my hands in my pockets and force myself to stand still. She doesn’t move. She’s still waiting for my command.

“Lie down,” I tell her.

She does as I say, lying back on the furs spread on the ice bed.

Her entire body is quivering in excitement, and she’s already soaked from her earlier release. From here I can see it glistening on her thighs. I need to taste her. Right from the source, because licking her essence from my fingers wasn’t enough to satisfy me.

I step closer to the bed, then take her feet in my hands, spreading her ankles wide. I run my hands up the insides of her legs, enjoying the way she squirms, until I reach her hips. Then I bend down so that I can grab a handful of her ass. I lick my lips.

I’m going to enjoy this.

I slide her closer to the edge of the bed, and she eases her legs open as far as they’ll go. Running my fingers up her pussy, she groans in response, then I lean in to kiss her mound as I sink to my knees before her.

She licks her lips as I bring my mouth to her pussy, then she gasps in pleasure as I run my tongue up the length of her slit.

I stare up at her, watching her face as I lick her, enjoying the way her breathing speeds up.

“Fuck, that feels so good,” she moans.

She tastes just as good as I thought she would, and I regret not tasting her when I first had the chance. My cock is so hard it hurts, but I want to drive her wild first. Then I want to fuck her until she loses her mind.

I tease her clit before moving down to her tight opening and thrusting in with my tongue.

“Yes!” she cries, her hand reaching for my hair to hold my face against her.

I let her take control for a moment but then pull away. She looks confused.

“Not yet,” I tell her, and she groans in frustration.

I wait until she’s settled again, then start again, building her up until she’s almost there, then pull away. I’ll make her wait. I’ll make her beg. It’s exquisite torture for both of us.

She’s so close, but still not quite there. I watch her face as she squirms beneath me, trying to come. She tries to push me back to her pussy, but I resist.

“No,” I say, shaking my head. “Not yet.”

This time, she groans in frustration. “Please,” she whimpers. “I need to come.”

“Not yet, Kitten,” I tell her, and start again, teasing her clit with my tongue, then sliding down to thrust inside her with my tongue, then sucking as much of her into my mouth as I can before pulling away.

I repeat the process, taking her to the edge and back again and again, until she’s begging me, pleading with me to make her come, until she’s almost out of her mind with need and would do anything I asked to be taken over the edge. And I’m smiling the entire time.

CANDY

It’s torture. Exquisite, mind-blowing, torture of the best kind. I’ve never felt like this before. Never been this aroused. Never been this desperate. I don’t know what he’s doing to me, but I can barely contain myself.

I’m not sure how much more of this I can handle, but I’m willing to give him as much time as he wants. I’ll do anything to feel him inside me.

He’s started again, licking and sucking me, thrusting his tongue inside me – which is a totally new experience. In the past when partners have gone down on me, they’ve barely given me a cursory swipe of their tongue before they’re wanting to get their dick wet. But Dash is eating me like he has all the time in the world, when all I want is for him to send me over the edge so that he can fill me.

I moan, and he pulls away again, just when I’m about to come.

“Please,” I beg. I’m so close.

“I haven’t said you could come,” he tells me, and I giggle. He’s trying to be stern, but he can’t hide the smile on his face. I’m having a similar problem.

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