I bring my face closer again, breathing heavily on the smooth surface of her pussy. I breathe in, and the heady scent of her makes me want to turn her over and thrust inside of her until neither of us can move anymore.
And I will. But not yet.
I let my tongue forth again, letting it slide through her lips and taste just how ready she is, savoring the flavor of the hot entry the tip of my tongue dances across. I slide my tongue deep into her, as deep as I can, probing and exploring like I own this sanctuary of hers. As the taste of her drives me wild, I reach up and grab her breast with one hand while the other cradles her ass.
Her honey is like wine to me. My tongue dives in, again and again, and I feel her pushing her hips up at me with each stroke. Her breathing is shallow, and each time I reach some new part of her that I haven’t touched yet, I hear a gasp to reward me. She’s coaxing me further.
She’s my brat, and she knows how to get me to dig into her. She likes getting more than she bargained for.
My tongue delves deep into her, drawing up more honey with each sweep. The inside of her vagina is hot, tense, endlessly needy. The more I enter her, the more she wants. I lose track of where my tongue has gone as it slides across the landscape within her.
All I know is that my face is soaked, and so are her lips. A few moments ago, they were puffy with need, and now, a gorgeous sheen glistens on them.
Her legs wrap around my sides as best they can—her legs are long, but my chest is thick with muscle. I can’t help but smile at her efforts. I decide to reward her by driving her home.
I draw my tongue up to her clit, and the tip of my tongue darts onto her swollen nub to the sound of a sharp gasp. Fuck, she’s close already.
I start to torment her, swirling just beyond her clit, edging nearer with each stroke as she claws at my back and the couch desperately. I think about all the years her poor clit has gone without my touch. I have a lot of time to make up for.
I drive my tongue in and lavish her nub with attention, pushing and flicking around it freely. It’s a matter of seconds before her steady gasping becomes a high-pitched squeal, and she tries to close her legs as her honey flows onto my tongue, but I use my hands to keep her thighs apart. “You’re not getting free so easy,” I growl, and I attack her again.
My lips close around the area of her cunt as I savor her taste. My tongue dives deep into her, and I bring it up slowly, painfully slowly, to her clit, where I torment her until she’s squirming relentlessly in my hands.
I raise my eyes enough to look at her, and there’s a smile of absolute bliss on her face as I take her with my mouth. Her first orgasm left her glowing, and I know she’s tingling head to toe, but even so, she wants more.
She’s panting by the time I decide I’ve had my fill of her heady wine. Slowly, I push myself to my knees, looming over her like a statue. She bats her eyelashes at me, worrying her lip as her eyes stare up at me in a haze.
“Fuck, look at you” I say, running my hands up and down her thighs gently, wetting my lips at the sight of her. I dive back down to her nipples, my hands grasping her wrists as she gasps, but I feel them tug away.
“Wait,” she breathes, and I stop, lifting my head to meet her gaze. As her eyes lock with mine, she loses her words for a moment, but I follow her gaze down to the bulge outlined in my pants. “I...I want to taste you,” she says, the thirst in her voice so thick I can hear it in every syllable.
I give her a challenging smile. “You think you can do to me what I did to you?” I say, moving further up to her to hold her chin in my fingers. I lower my come-soaked lips to her mouth, and we kiss, a moan between us as I feel her hips push up into me. “Don’t you know you already ruin me?” I growl when our lips part. “Or are you just a greedy little girl?”
“All of the above?” she says with a shy edge to her voice, and I sit back, taking my belt off and setting it on the floor. I see the hunger in her eyes as she pulls her legs back and folds them under her, and I take my time. My thick hands move to the button of my pants, undoing them one by one. The tight muscles of my stomach make a V leading down below the waist of my pants, promising what’s below.
She waits, as if waiting for a word from me, but she fidgets impatiently as she watches my hands start to slide my pants down. She starts to move forward when she can see the thick base of the shaft. I want to tease her a little longer, but the sight of her so hungry for me, her lips so needy—I’m not so cruel as to keep her waiting any longer.
I pull my pants down and let my mast free, standing stiff and swollen. She reaches out for it carefully, as if touching something valuable, and when her soft fingers finally stroke up its length, I feel a shiver of pleasure run up me.
She’s going to make me eat my words now that I’ve eaten her out.
She wraps her hand around the girth of my shaft, feeling its weight, and her other hand strokes it up to the bulging crown. It stands even stiffer at her touch. It wants to be inside her as much as she wants it. As much as I want it.
I lean back with her gently before she parts her lips and puts them to my crown, and warmth washes over me when I feel her tongue on the tip of my cock. She lets out a gentle moan into it as her thumbs slide down the sides of it, feeling every detail, every vein, and I see her hips squirm. She’s imagining it inside her, and that only spurs her on as she opens her mouth a little more to take more of me in.
My neck leans my head back to the arm of the couch as my whole crown gets bathed in her tongue, and one of her hands takes my balls in her hand. She’s soft and warm, innocently playing with the weight of my heavy, needy balls, not realizing how much tension she’s playing with.
Or maybe she does. My woman likes playing with fire.
As her tongue starts to rove further down the soft underside of my shaft, I look down at her to see her eyes glittering at me. She slides more of my shaft into her mouth, and I can feel her whole tongue moving under me, sending wave after wave of pleasure up me. I let out a deep groan as she runs the tip of her tongue from the bottom to the tip of my cock, then again and again.
“Fuck, Serena,” I groan, reaching out and taking a fistful of her hair—I don’t hold her back, I just hold her, letting her know I can tug her around and steer her however I like. “You’re the same brat I was sneaking around with when we were teenagers,” I say, my voice gravelly.
She arches her back instinctively at my words, the warmth of her mouth utterly engulfing my cock. I’m impressed by how much of it she can take in, and her soft moans of pleasure spur me on, growing stiffer, more swollen, more ready for her than ever.