Indulgent Pleasures

Rolling to her side, he propped himself on his elbow and rested his big hand flat against her belly. “You want me to touch you there?”

“Justin.” She sounded so eager, desperate really and she felt desperate, too. He wanted her to talk, the naughty glint in his eyes said he enjoyed tormenting her but she just didn’t know if she had it in her.

“Tell me, babe. Let me know what you want.”

“You know what I want.” He always knew what she wanted.

“But I want to hear you say it.” He smiled, the bastard, and she drew in a deep breath, searching for the courage to just blurt it out.

“I want you to lick my pussy.” There. She said it. And instead of feeling goofy for doing so, her skin got all hot and itchy and the look in Justin’s eyes said it all.

He wanted to lick her pussy, too. And he was more than happy to oblige.

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Damn, it was hot, hearing Stephanie say that. She looked like a goddess, sprawled across the bed, her nipples still wet from his mouth, the little sliver of silvery lace that barely covered her pussy driving him nuts.

Justin could see right through it, the shadow of dark pubic hair that covered her mound, a hint of glistening pink. She was wet for him, he knew she would be and he couldn’t wait to get a taste of her sweet flesh.

Sliding further down, he positioned himself between her legs, slinging first one slender leg, then the other over his shoulders. The scent of her arousal hit him, strong and fragrant and he breathed deep, his mouth practically watering.

He loved going down on her, enjoyed how responsive she was, the way she always creamed when he touched her. The hard little nub of her clit, pulsing when she was so close to climax and the clench of her pussy when he drove his fingers deep inside her.

It was almost as good as making love to her.

She watched him with those big blue eyes and she sucked on her lower lip, her teeth nibbling. Her mouth drove him crazy too, those lush lips, the way she kissed him, the way they felt when they were wrapped tight around his cock.

Jesus, he could blow his wad just thinking about it. He needed to get down to business.

He drew a finger down the front of her panties and she shivered. The lacy fabric was soaked, he felt the hard button of her clit beneath his fingertip and he ran his finger up and down, around and around.

A low moan escaped her and she slumped against the bed, her eyes sliding closed. He took his time, teasing her, teasing himself, enjoying the anticipation of finally exposing her to his gaze, his mouth.

He nudged the fabric aside and licked, circling his tongue around her clit, wrapping his lips around it. Her heady cream melted on his tongue, musky sweet and he licked again. Pushing the fabric out of his way as much as he could, he dove deeper between her legs.

Her legs spread wider and he slipped a hand beneath her ass, holding her to him. He thrust his tongue into her entrance and it fluttered around him, tr

ying to suck him in even further.

“Oh, my God,” she groaned, her hips thrusting and he knew she was already close.

“You taste so good.” He licked her again, long and slow, drawing another moan out of her and he lapped at her as if she was his favorite treat.

“Don’t stop,” she whispered, her hands settling on his head and her fingers threaded through his hair.

As if he could. His cock was hard and aching beneath the zipper of his pants, more than eager to jump inside her but first this was all about her.

He was going to make her come so hard she’d be thanking him when it was over. He wanted to show her just how much she meant to him, how much he enjoyed pleasuring her.

Never before had he felt such pleasure in only giving pleasure.

“You want me to use my fingers, Stephanie? Or just my tongue?” He licked at her clit again, noticed it was bigger, pulsing and he knew she was even closer.

As if she hung right on the edge.

“Yes,” she choked out, barely able to speak.

“Yes what?” He teased her with the tip of his index finger, nudging her clit, sliding his finger through her folds.