“I’m going to eat you now,” Cason hissed, his tone smoldering, hotter than sin. “I’m going to eat you until you’re screaming and thrashing, and that counter is digging into your butt and your lower back is numb. I’m going to eat you until your toes curl up and your legs are shaking around my shoulders. I’m going to eat you until you fully realize what a beautiful pussy you have and that any man would be fucking lucky to be in my position right now.”
Well.
She didn’t exactly have anything to say to that, but it turned out she didn’t need anything, because Cason went at her like a madman. He held her panties to the side so hard that the lace bit into her thigh painfully, but she wasn’t going to complain.
She wasn’t capable of complaining. All she was capable of doing was spreading her legs so wide they burned and thrashing her hips into Cason’s face. The rasp of his beard all over her swollen sex was delicious. It burned and scratched, the complete opposite of his warm, sensual mouth. He drove his tongue into her like he was possessed, liked her, nipped her, mouth fucked her clit until she thought she was going to die.
He didn’t stop when she sunk her hands into his hair and used the strands like reins on a horse, driving his face hard into her. She didn’t stop when he tried to pull back and inhale her scent right in front of her. He let out a low moan and that was it. If he wasn’t going to bring his face to her, she was bringing her sex to him.
He finally let her drag him back, but he breathed her in again, like an animal would do, and the resulting growl torn from his throat made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end.
“You have a beautiful pussy,” Cason groaned. “Fucking gorgeous.”
He went back to attacking her, tonguing her and scraping his teeth over her pulsing clit so that she nearly shattered at the seams, moving away before she could. He speared his tongue and thrust up inside of her, fucking her with it until she didn’t just think she was going to die. She knew it. He kept going, until she could feel her juices leaking all over her thighs, which were practically bouncing off Cason’s shoulders they vibrated so hard. He was going to have to do one hell of a cleanup job of his countertops after she was done and somehow, that thought was really fucking hot for someone who had only done stuff in a bed or at least in the bedroom.
She thought she was there. So freaking close. Her entire body shut down and lit up like a Christmas tree all at once. She was so almost there, and then Cason, who was obviously some kind of magic sex god sent to her at exactly the right time, thrust his tongue even further inside of her and reached up to press two fingers against her clit. He circled hard, once, before pinching her brutally and she was off.
The climax hit her so hard that it felt like it was going to split her in half. Her heart pounded wildly, hammering her ribs until they were nearly pulverized. Her pulse jumped at her neck and all over, it felt like veins, bones, and blood were going to tear out of that thin sheeting holding them all in.
She came until she realized the strange ringing in her ears was actually her voice, moaning and screaming something incoherent, a foreign language that she didn’t know the words to. She came until her blood fizzled, and she was sure that every single muscle was shaking. Certainly, her legs were. Her arms were. Her abs were. Her lung pumped up and down violently, as one breath crashed into another. She came until she literally saw stars, and she thought that was just basically a figure of speech.
All in all, it was the best orgasm of her life.
Ever.
When Cason leaned back, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand while she watched him do it, then slowly traced his tongue over the spot where his hand shone, she just about climaxed all over again. His beard is wet. Oh my god, his beard is freaking glistening.
She had no idea what she was actually doing there with him. The whole thing was so unlike her, that she almost felt like a different person. She was going to have her first one-night stand in her life, because this was a bad decision and it was far from over.
At the end of it, whenever she did her walk of shame, would she have regrets? Would they be immediate and instantaneous, or would they take time to build and slowly crash over her like the tide creeps up on the beach, slowly washing it away until it was all under water? She wasn’t sure. She didn’t want to be sure. She didn’t want to think at all. For the first time ever, she just wanted to feel and be okay with feeling.