I move down her belly, kissing the softness there. I run my hands along her waist, my fingers rubbing her tender flesh. I love how every part of her is soft. As if I could sink into her curves and be molded against her. It’s what I desire most. To be so deeply embedded into her, that she can never leave me.
Moving down her body I kiss her hips, licking each of them before going to the waist of her panties. I run my lips along the edge there, licking just inside against her warm, sweet skin.
Her hips move up, trying to get me to do more, and I just smile against her. I put my mouth directly over her panty-covered pussy and look up into her eyes. “Beg me,” I whisper on her warmth, and I feel her shudder under me.
“I swear to God, the devil took lessons from you.” I can hear the laugh in her voice, but the need is greater. “Please, Antonio. I’m begging you.”
At her words, I pull her panties to the side, revealing her perfect pink lips, and lower my mouth to her naked pussy. Her sweet honey hits my mouth, and I can no longer hold myself back. I close my eyes and kiss her pussy like I would kiss her mouth, cumming inside my boxer briefs as I do so.
Thick spurts of cum shoot out my cock as my tongue sweeps across her clit, and her sweetness rubs on my face. Just the first taste of her young pussy and I cum all over myself. What will I do if I ever get inside her?
I feel her body move under me, and I reach up, holding her hips down to keep her from taking away the sweetest treat I’ve ever tasted. I lick down and, like I promised, fuck her tight hole with my tongue.
Rubbing her clit with my thumb and licking inside her is enough to send her over the edge. Her body’s wound so tightly that the slight touches are enough to have her back bowing off the bed as she screams my name.
Her sweet, sticky honey cum hits my tongue, and I lick it up, eating her orgasm like I’m a man on death row and it’s my last meal.
Once the last of her tremors have stopped and I feel her come back down on the bed, I move up her body, kissing every inch of her on my way up.
I get to her lips and she rubs her hands across my chest. I take her mouth in a kiss, and I feel her tongue sweep in, tasting herself on me.
“Now that I’ve had a taste of your sweet pussy, let’s see how it is with champagne.”
7
Peaches
I run my finger down Antonio’s jaw, feeling the rough grit of a day-old shave. He’s got gray hair there, and a few wrinkles around his eyes, but he’s still incredibly gorgeous. His head tilts a little like he’s trying to lean into my touch. I had no idea a man could worship a woman's body like that. Nor did I know it was possible to cum that many times. Orgasm after orgasm seemed to blend together as the night went on. Everything was about me. Like he couldn’t get enough of me. At some point I finally passed out, coming to wrapped tightly in his arms.
Most of the men I’ve dealt with since I got to Vegas were more concerned about what I could do for them. Though I shouldn’t complain because I was doing the same thing with them. I just never let them get what they wanted from me. Antonio never tried to take me fully, and at one point I even begged a little for him to.
Begged. A man. I roll over and sit on the side of the bed completely naked. It had taken me thirty minutes to slowly untangle myself from his arms as I desperately tried not to wake him. It felt too good being wrapped in his arms. Unwanted feelings bombarded me, and I knew I couldn't allow myself to have them. The man was making me want something I couldn’t want.
I’ve learned there are two types of men in this world. Assholes and ones that can make you fall utterly in love with them, like my daddy did with my mama. I didn’t want either of those. Both just ended up hurting you.
I loved my mama, but I don’t want to be her. Even though I seemed to have picked up some of her along the way. Charming men came easy, and sometimes I don’t even realize I’m doing it.
Is that what I’d done with Antonio? Had I charmed him and now the novelty of me would soon wear off? The city boys eat up the accent at first, but like most things—even more so with rich ones—all that charm they love at first starts to not be so cute as it once was. I bite my lip. I don’t want what I’m already feeling for him to run any deeper. The things he’d said to me last night were—
I stop myself from recalling them. Men will say anything they can to get what they want, I remind myself. I’m so far gone he could piss on my leg and tell me it's raining. I’ve learned that lesson the hard way. The senator was always sweet as sugar when mama was around, but as soon as she wasn’t, he didn’t have to fake it anymore. He only tolerated me to have her.