“You can do that. Right now, Lucias.” I want him so bad. He’s making me fall in love with him the more he talks, and I believe him. It’s not like he’s trying to get me anymore. I’m throwing myself at him and I couldn’t be more of a sure thing. He’s having to hold my hands down so I don’t attack him.
“I know, baby. That’s the thing. I want this to be perfect. I want to go slow and savor every moment of it.”
“Okay,” I agree, taking one of those deep breaths.
“Now. We’re going to strip these clothes off you and make the fantasy I’ve been having for the past two months a reality. And it starts with me tasting every inch of your body.”
12
Lucias
I pull Izzy up so she’s sitting in the middle of the bed. Reaching down, I pull off her navy-blue T-shirt that has a picture of a dog on it and reads Pugs Not Drugs. I can’t help but smile at it and then moan as I see she’s got on a soft, pink, lacy bra underneath.
The sight of her creamy skin against the pale lace has me panting. Reaching down to her waist, I pull off her shorts and see she’s wearing matching panties, too. With her hair piled up on top of her head and those dark-rimmed glasses perched on her nose, it’s all I can do not to blow a load in my pants. She looks like a cross between a naughty schoolteacher and an innocent virgin.
Putting my head in my hands I rub my eyes, and look back to her.
“How are you real?” I whisper.
She smiles ruefully, and in a sultry move spreads her legs wide. When I see the wet spot on her panties, I snap.
Diving face first into her *, I pick up her hips, and she flops back on the bed with a moan. I throw her legs over my shoulders and press my mouth against the pink lace. I can smell her through the material, and I can even get a hint of taste through it. Her sweet fragrance drives me past the point of control and I start to eat at her panty-covered *.
“Lucias,” she gasps as my mouth opens wide and tries to suck her into my mouth, lace and all.
I don’t want anything between us, but I’m too out of control to stop and think. I’ve got to have her however I can get her, so I just keep sucking and licking, ignoring the panties getting in the way.
Izzy’s moans fill my ears, and they set the pace for my mouth. Suddenly, I feel her fingers against my cheek, and then they’re pulling the lace to the side for me so that I can have all of her.
I look down at her pretty, glistening cunt and just stare at it. The little sprinkling of hair, the full lips begging to be sucked, and the hard pearl wet with need.
“Fuck, Elizabeth. Look at that tight little thing. Goddamn, it’s pretty.”
Her fingers tangle in my hair, and her hips rise to my mouth. She’s offering herself to me, and I’m the selfish bastard who’s going to take it.
“Say it again.”
I smile and press my lips to her lower ones. “Say what, baby? How tight and pretty you are?”
She moans and lifts her hips again, willing my mouth to move on her. “My name. Call me by my real name.”
“Anything you want, Elizabeth. Any time, any place, you just say the word and it’s yours.”
I open my mouth over her cunt and give her long licks. Her sweetness hits my tongue, and I close my eyes, moaning at the flavor. She smells like cinnamon and tastes like maple syrup. I drink her down and fall deeper into her trap with every drop. If she’s the spider, then I will gladly lie down in her web and let her have me. If this is the way I die, then I will go with a smile on my face.
“Oh my goodness, oh my goodness. I’m going to break in half.”
Her words are becoming panicked, and I reach up, grabbing her hips so she can’t pull away from me.
“Mine,” I growl into her * and go back to eating her.
I feel her legs tighten on either side of my face, but I don’t stop. She’s close to cumming, and I’ll be damned if she’s going to take my treat from me right when she’s about to go off. I want every drop of her orgasm, and I want it now.
“I’m cumming!” she shouts, and then my name echoes through the room.
Gripping her thick thighs, I hold her steady as her * pulses on my face, and I drink down all she’s giving me. Her sticky, sugary cum lands on my tongue, and I feel like a god. I’ve made her body do this. I loved her exactly how she needed and she took pleasure from it. The power is heady, and my dick aches from the act. I’ve gone past need, and now I just hurt. If I don’t get inside her cunt, my dick may just fall off and die.
Kissing my way up her body, I toss off my clothes as I go. When I get to her tits, I reach behind her back and unhook her bra, freeing them from the restraint. Her large breasts spill free, and my mouth reflexively goes to one hard nipple. I suck the cool, hard pebble into my mouth and nibble on her there. When she lets out a moan, I move to the next, pulling the same reaction from her then, too.
By the time I get up to her neck and mouth, she’s panting again, and she pulls me down for a deep kiss. I can still taste her sweet * on my tongue as hers sweeps in. The smell of her on my stubble and the feel of her soft body under me are enough to drive me insane.