Blyssful Lies (The Blyss Trilogy 2)

“Damn, woman, you undo me.” The look he gives me makes my heart melt and takes my breath away. “I want to taste your sweet pussy, baby.” My body tenses, and I freeze. He whispers over my lips, “Are you nervous about that, Jules?” Concern is evident in his voice, and I nod. “Jules, I’m not gonna lie.” He raises both eyebrows and cocks his head to the side, seductively staring me down with those eyes full of mischief. “My mouth has been watering since the moment I brought you home, wondering what your little pussy tastes like,” he says huskily as he places a single fingertip under my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes, “and just to let you know, if you don’t like it, all you have to do is say stop,” a shit-eating grin splays across his face, “but make sure your stop means stop, because the feeling I’m going to give you is so intense you won’t be able to stand it. I’m going to have you screaming my name within seconds.” Holy Moses…My sex clenches in response, and wetness pools between my legs.

The idea of him going down on me has my pulse picking up. The man is sexually irresistible. There is definitely electricity bouncing between us, and quite frankly, he has me so turned on by it his wish is my command. “Okay, Travis.” I whisper.

At my permission, he lifts himself up onto his knees, and sits between my legs as he hypnotically gazes into my eyes with a distinct sexual aura. Travis’ hands glide up my legs with a soft touch, coming to rest at my hips. When his fingers dip just inside the elastic waistband of my sweatpants, my heart races, I swallow hard and look into his lustful eyes, breathing heavily. He gives me a devilish grin and it relaxes me, making me return the gesture. After he peels my pants off, he places the palms of his hands on the inside of my thighs and slowly begins to spread my legs apart. “Oh, baby,” he sighs, looking appreciatively at my glistening folds. “You look so delectably edible. You want this; I can tell. Your pussy is swollen, just shimmering with your juices, and begging for me to taste your sweetness.” Holy hell.

My breath hitches when he runs his fingers up and down my heat as he watches my reaction with hooded eyes. Then he slowly slips two fingers in my drenched opening and I lose my breath. He then begins circling his talented fingers around inside my core, causing me to close my eyes and savor his touch. “I want to hear you tell me you want this.” I’m too stupefied to speak so I nod instead. “Words, baby. Tell me what you want,” he softly demands.

I swallow nervously; I’m not used to talking dirty. I peer up at him through my lashes and shyly speak. “I want you to make me feel good. I want…I want to know what your tongue feels like.”

“Damn right, baby.” He removes his talented fingers, leans forward and separates my wet folds with his fingers and groans. He wastes no time as he moves in to take a long, slow pass over my opening with his tongue, and I gasp aloud. The feeling is nothing like I’ve ever imagined, his tongue being soft, warm, and wet, yet strong enough to deliver the most exquisite sensations.

He growls in appreciation. “Oh, yeah, just what I thought. You’re dripping, and I’m going to catch every special drop of your sweet honey when you come all over my tongue.”

He pulls back and whispers, searching my eyes, “Are you nervous now?” A cocky grin plays on his lips as his eyes trail over my wanton body. He doesn’t wait for an answer as he dips his tongue back inside me again. “You taste like honey-fucking-suckle everywhere,” he whispers as he seductively licks my arousal off his own lips, “and I can’t get enough of you, inside or out.” His mouth and tongue crash over my wet pussy and I know I won’t last long. I feel the very depths to where his tongue reaches as he thrusts in as far as he can go inside my silky lining. I thread my fingers through his hair, and unapologetically tug hard at his roots.

My pulse is off the charts as I pant out his name. “Oh, God, Travis.”

He licks over my entrance before he withdraws his mouth, and then his teeth nip at the tender flesh of my folds. His voice comes out gravely and desperate. “You like my tongue tasting you, sweet Jules? Get ready, because I’m going to fuck you with it.”

I don’t have the ability to respond to him; I’m lost in a sea of bliss. He delves his tongue into my opening as I feel his hands glide underneath me, lifting my hips. Suddenly, his strong hands lift my lower-half up in the air as he brings me up to his mouth, feasting with wild abandon while he squeezes the flesh of my ass. He moves his tongue with such force, applying an ungodly amount of pressure inside my pussy as he thrusts his tongue in deep, all while sucking in my plentiful juices. I cry out as he devours me, and I no longer hear the background music. “Oh, Travis.” I squeeze my eyes shut, and drop my arms to the side, clutching, and fisting at the bed sheets in my hands.