Now, I’m a man who loves *. I’ve made a point of worshipping at the altar of *. I’m a fucking connoisseur. But Katie’s * is something special. It’s bare, so fucking smooth, the lips are plump and soft, and the color is this delicate pink, all feminine and gorgeous. All that, and then the aroma. Fuck me, if I could smell nothing for the rest of my life but the scent of Katie’s sweet cunt when she’s horny, I could die a happy man. I haven’t touched her yet, but even now in her sleep, her * is begging for attention. Her arousal coats the lips of her entrance. I take a minute to just take this sight in. Her hips are flared out perfectly, and she’s got this curve in her waist with this sexy little pouch that I just want to nibble on. She’s all woman and I don’t think I’ve ever had the pleasure of sampling a more beautiful one.
I place a line of soft kisses along her hip bone. I keep the pressure light, as I don’t want to wake her right away. I need her to be on the verge of a climax before she does. It’s underhanded and sneaky, I can admit it, but I’m hoping if I play my cards right that she’ll return the favor and suck my cock. The poor fucker has been craving her all day and night.
Katie moans and her hips thrust up just enough to show me that even in her sleep she’s receptive to me. I kiss down to her *. I nearly groan aloud at the taste of a light hint of cream there. I pull her lips apart and then moan at the beautiful dessert bared in front of me. I blow softly against the tender exposed flesh. Katie whimpers, but luckily doesn’t wake up. I flatten my tongue and lick her slowly, humming as her sweet taste gathers on my tongue.
Even asleep and relaxed, I can feel her clit easily. I zero in on it, licking in short, fast strokes. I can feel it grow larger in my mouth from my attention, demanding more. I suck it into my mouth, capturing it and focusing all of my attention on it.
“Hunter,” she moans from above me. I feel her fingers dive into my hair, pulling me to her in want.
Hunter.
I’ve had that name forever. I never really liked it. I embraced the name Torch when Skull gave it to me. All day long, since I discovered who she truly was, Katie has been calling me Torch. I accepted it, didn’t think a thing about the change from the night. Except for now. Now, in this one small moment with nothing but complete honesty from our bodies, it’s different. Katie is still more than half asleep, and yet the first thing she does is wrap her fingers into my hair, lift her legs over my shoulders, and tilt her body to bring her * closer to me. All that would be enough, but she gives me my name on her lips. My name while she’s caught up in passion. My name… Mine.
I let that sink in, humming my pleasure against her clit before releasing it with a wet, popping noise. I look up to find her eyes on me—hazy gray beauties filled with sleep and lust. Definitely better than the emerald she disguised them in yesterday.
Definitely.
I drag my fingers through her *, letting her desire coat them. I go back to manipulating her clit, this time with two fingers pinching and kneading the little nub. I’m rewarded when I feel it harden and swell even more against my fingers. Her body shudders with hunger.
“Hunter,” she moans again as I move my fingers down and thrust two inside of her tight channel.
“You like that, sweetness?”
“Oh, oh… fuck!” her sweet voice stutters. Her fingernails clench against my head, biting into me. Her feet push down on my upper back as she opens herself up more to me. She tries to push up to meet the driving force of my fingers.
“You’ve got the hottest *, Katie. So ready to be fucked,” I growl, pushing my thumb against her clit while I continue finger-fucking her at a steady pace, priming her for more.
“Hunter, please…” she gasps.
“Do you want my tongue again, Katie?” I question her.
“God,” she moans, her head pushing back against the pillow in abandon. Her cream floods over my fingers, so sticky, hot, and wet that my dick would sink inside of her tight depths easily. Motherfucker, I want that, but for now, this isn’t about me and what I want.
“Tell me you want me to eat out your hungry little *, Katie. Do it and I’ll give you what you need.”
She moans, but ignores my demand. I pull my fingers out and then ram them forcefully back inside of her. She cries out, but I don’t move them. I hold them still inside of her. My thumb does the same, pushing hard on her clit but not moving, just giving her constant pressure. Her hips lunge up, her feet press down, and her body curls up off the bed as she twists and turns, trying to take control. I can’t allow that.
I pull my fingers from her sweet honey. I use my fingers to stretch the lips wide open, then deliver a hard slap, reprimanding her. Her moans break into a cry and then a soft gasp as I see her * contract with hunger while more sweet cream gathers. Jesus. Watching that and hearing the noises she makes is all so sexy and hot that I spank it again.
“Tell me, Katie,” I demand, refusing to let her move. Showing her that I’m the one in charge.
“I want you to fucking eat my *!” she screams in frustration when she realizes I’m not letting her move.
If I wasn’t so fucking turned on, I’d laugh. That’s beyond me right now. In reward for giving me what I wanted, I slam my fingers back inside her *. At the same time, I let my tongue lash her clit, flicking it over and over before curving around and sucking it into my mouth, owning her, tasting her, devouring her.