Part 18 (2/2)
”I like to be touched.” Her voice is husky, her tone desperate.
”Where do you want me to touch you? Show me.” I pull back and watch her hand slide down between her legs. ”You want me to touch that pretty c.u.n.t of yours, darlin'?” Her fingers slip through her folds and her eyes roll back at my words.
”Yes.” Her back arches with each flick of her c.l.i.t and I take a moment to enjoy the show. Mackenzie has always been beautiful to me, but this right here, her touching herself is f.u.c.king breathtaking.
”You want my fingers or my mouth.” I lick my lips. The very thought of tasting her, having her juices on my tongue drives me wild.
”Mouth.” Her hips start to roll in time with her finger and I quickly guide myself back to the edge of the bed. Her legs open wide, and I can't help the smirk that spreads across my lips at just how eager she is.
”f.u.c.k, baby. All this for me?” I dip my head low and breathe in her sweet scent. She's wet, weeping with need, and my c.o.c.k aches knowing I made her like this.
She doesn't answer, her finger still working fast. So I take her small wrist in my hand and pin it to the bed.
”No.” A cry of displeasure tears from her lips, but I don't let it deter me. She's done touching. It's my turn.
”I don't want you coming too soon, darlin'.” I smirk at her pout. ”Don't worry, I'm gonna make you scream with my tongue.” I lower my face to her pink lips and slowly and painstakingly, glide my tongue from her opening to her swollen c.l.i.t.
She lights up at the contact, her hips rising from the bed. Wanting to drive her wild, my hand finds her belly and I gently push her back down.
”Still,” I order, repeating the same action over. Her taste is sweet, with a hint of spice and f.u.c.k, if I could be drunk off it, I never ever want to be sober. Moving my tongue faster, I focus on her c.l.i.t.
”Yes, there. Don't move from there!” she calls out, pressing her hips into my face trying to lift for more friction.
”Darlin', I know how to eat p.u.s.s.y. How about you just relax and let me.” I smile against her when she looks down her body at me.
”Seems to me you just like teasing,” she sa.s.ses, my d.i.c.k bouncing in f.u.c.king delight.
”That's the point, babe. Gonna light you up like a Christmas tree till you're crying for release.” I ignore her panting and plunge a finger inside her. Her walls grip me tight, and I fight the urge to forget about her needs and sink my c.o.c.k into her snug heat.
Soon. I remind myself.
Replacing one finger for two, I slowly hook them, searching for the right spot.
”Holy f.u.c.k, yes!” Her voice cracks in arousal, pus.h.i.+ng me further along. I ignore the way my c.o.c.k jumps at the husky sound and pick up my pace.
”Beau, Jesus. Don't ever stop.” My name comes out as a growl, pulling my own groan from deep in my gut. She's close. I know it. My c.o.c.k feels it. Knowing I need it, I hook my fingers one more time, push down harder, and work her c.l.i.t over and over. She thrusts her hips one more time, then cries out just as a small rush of her o.r.g.a.s.m sprays against my tongue.
Holy f.u.c.king s.h.i.+t, she's a squirter.
I don't think my c.o.c.k has ever wept with joy before this moment.
Her screams fill the room, and deep-seeded accomplishment flows through me. I can't wait to f.u.c.king explore this.
Pus.h.i.+ng the little nugget of knowledge away for another day, I keep my fingers hooked and f.u.c.k her c.l.i.t with my tongue, lapping up her juices. She writhes under me, her screams making her voice raw.
”No more,” she pants, begging me to stop. With one last hook of my fingers, I give in to her request. Slowing my tongue, I carefully remove my fingers. Her juices glisten on them. I pull back and look down at her. She watches me closely, her cheeks flushed pink, a slight sheen of sweat covering her skin.
”Jesus Christ, Mackenzie, this is f.u.c.king something I wasn't expecting.” I keep my eyes on hers as I lick my fingers clean.
”Beau, don't.” She covers her face with one hand and I chuckle.
”I'm sorry, did you want a taste?” I tease, knowing by her reaction she's probably never tasted herself before.
”NO!” She drops her hand. She looks almost embarra.s.sed, but I don't care. She'll soon learn there is nothing to be embarra.s.sed about with me in bed.
”Okay, next time you can lick them clean.” Her eyes bug out of her head, and I can't help but laugh at her reaction.
f.u.c.k me, so f.u.c.king s.e.xy yet innocent.
”I've never, um, done it,” she admits, looking everywhere but me.
”You haven't tasted yourself after a man's gone down on you?” She shakes her head as I hover over her body then lower my mouth to hers.
She opens instantly, her tongue darting out to taste herself.
A soft moan gets trapped between us. I'm not sure who's more turned on, me or her.
”You like?” I ask, moving my lips over her jaw and down her neck.
”On you, yeah.” She gasps as I sink my teeth into the soft flesh above her collarbone. She smells like strawberry today.
”You want more?” I ask, still wanting her to direct what happens next. Her head nods, but it's not enough.
”Need words, Kenz. Always words.”
”I want you. Give me more.”
”What do you want, darlin'?” I lick around her nipple, before moving to the next one.
”You. I want you in me.”
”You want my c.o.c.k?” I push, wanting her to say it. Needing her to say it.
”Yes, Beau. I want your c.o.c.k.” She starts panting, the harder I roll my teeth over her tight nipple. ”I want you to f.u.c.k me.” I pull back and line my throbbing c.o.c.k at her entrance.
”Condom.” She exhales and I still. f.u.c.k, how the h.e.l.l could I forget?
”You on the pill, darlin'?” I ask, not wanting to put a hold on anything. My c.o.c.k is practically weeping in delight. He's not ready to give this up for a glove.
”Yes, and I'm clean,” she says, pulling me out of my pity party.
”I've never had s.e.x without one,” I admit, not sure why I'd be willing to let her be the first.
”We don't have to.” The need in her voice matches mine, so instead of thinking about it anymore, I thrust deep into her.
”f.u.c.k!” We both cry out. Not in a painful kind of way but with relief.
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