Big Man

Only when both of my nipples are rock hard and aching from the attention does he begin to trail his tongue down my abs. He kisses, nips and licks his way to my navel, then dips his tongue inside, sending a shock of sensation all the way down to my toes.

My legs drop flat under him as he reaches down to undo my jean shorts with one hand, the other still holding my wrists pinned. I struggle slightly against him, wanting to reach for his jeans too, wanting to reciprocate, but he peers up at me, those dark eyes commanding.

“Relax, Sasha,” he murmurs. “You’ll get your turn.” Then he smirks and shoves my shorts down my hips, bending down to kiss the sensitive skin between my navel and the top of my mound, grinning at the way that makes me shiver. “Right now, it’s my turn to drive you wild.”

I force myself to take his advice. To lie back and let myself go. He releases my wrists, and I don’t let myself reach for him. I only push myself up a little, high enough to look down and watch him as he peels off my shorts, then kisses my mound through the thin fabric of my panties. His lips are white-hot against my skin, and my whole body fires with want. I want—no, I need him. But at the same time, I don’t want this moment to end.

So I force my usual impatient nature to quiet.

Grant bites my inner thigh gently, just hard enough that I jump and gasp again. He loves making me do that, the bastard.

“Sensitive City Girl,” he points out.

“Only when you make me that way, Country Man,” I murmur.

This time when he bites down, it’s through the fabric of my panties. Then he leans his head up, draws back just far enough to keep the fabric between his teeth, and pushes himself backwards, tugging my panties with them, using only his teeth.

I catch my breath. Fuck, he’s hot. Especially now, looking up at me with blatant, sheer desire in his gaze.

I lift my hips up enough to let him pull my panties down, and he inhales sharply as he does, drawing them down to my knees and leaving them tangled there.

“Wet for me already,” he points out, grinning. “This is becoming a habit.”

You’re becoming a habit, I almost say. But I swallow those words at the last moment, think better of it. Because he isn’t a habit. He can’t be.

His tongue distracts me from any more thoughts along those lines, though, when he licks his way up my inner thigh, making my whole body go tense and loose at once. He trails his tongue up slowly, first up one thigh then the other, wet and hot against my skin. When he lifts his head to smile up at me, a dark, mischievous grin on his face, my skin feels extra cool in the evening air, the coolness compounding with the heat of his hands on my stomach, tracing my thighs. The contrast is delicious, even more so when he bends to lick directly across my mound, pressing hard enough with his tongue that I can feel the pressure all the way into my clit.

He pushes my thighs apart in one swift motion, his hands digging into the plump flesh of my thighs, holding me down as he bends down to trail his tongue along my outer lips, one after the other.

“Fuck you taste incredible,” he murmurs in between licks, before he parts my lips with two fingers and runs his tongue up my slit, all the way from the back to the front, licking up my juices which have already gathered there.

My head falls back against the soft blankets, my eyes fixed on the billowing ceiling of the tent as I moan, long and loud.

“I love this sexy, tight pussy,” Grant whispers, and his breath feels even hotter against my wet skin. He leans in to press his tongue between my lips again, pressing right against the entrance of my pussy, and I groan, my hips rising of their own accord. With one hand, he presses them back down to the blanket, and with one last push, his tongue slides into my pussy.

Fuck. He feels incredible. My vision goes blurry, hazy, as I lose focus, distracted by him. He tongues each of my walls at a time, one after the other, as he inches his tongue deeper. When he’s speared his tongue as deep inside me as it will go, he curls it up and drags it down my front inner wall, a practiced motion that makes my clit throb and my pussy feel tight and wet with desire.

He flattens his tongue to a blade and draws it out of my pussy, up over my clit, licking it once, hard. My hips jerk from the sudden flood of sensation, and I can’t control the sounds that are coming out of me anymore, the low, desperate moans.