Fuck. I haven’t been this turned on by anyone before. I’ve never felt so desperate to be fucked. I’d start begging right now, if it weren’t for the fact that Charlie chooses that moment to start kissing his way back down my body. That man sure does know how to distract a woman with his mouth.
He reaches the edge of my panties and hooks his teeth around them. Then, in one swift, definitely practiced move, he peels my panties down using only his teeth.
Fuck.
I swallow again, harder this time. “Charlie…”
“Lila.” His eyes flash up to meet mine, as he kneels before me. I run my hands through his thick blond hair again, savoring the almost wavy quality, and how silky smooth the strands feel between my fingers. He looks hot as hell, kneeling like this before me. Gazing up at me with fire in his eyes. “I’m going to make you come now,” he says, and my belly tightens once more.
“Fuck yes,” I manage to breathe, before he pushes me back up against the door, my ass flat against the wood. He pulls my legs apart, just wide enough so he can fit his face between my thighs. There’s that stubble again, but against my thighs it feels like a match against a striker, setting my whole body on fire.
His tongue traces along the outer edges of my pussy lips first, tentative, tasting. Then, just as my heart rate starts to slow a little from the initial pounding, he presses his tongue between my lips and runs it along the length of my slit, slowly, all the way from back to front.
Another moan escapes my throat, lower this time. Inadvertent.
He chuckles softly, and the heat of his breath alone is enough to make me suck a sharp breath back in through my nose. But he’s far from finished. “You really do taste fucking incredible,” he murmurs, before he pushes his tongue between my lips again, harder this time.
His hands slide back to grip my ass, pulling my hips closer to his face. I tighten my grip on his hair, as much to keep my balance as anything. Because fuck, if I’m not about to go weak in the knees from this treatment.
His tongue lashes at my slit, from back to front, running over my already swollen clit with each stroke. I’m aching with want, and this touch alone is nearly enough to set me over the edge, my breath hitching and my heart racing in my chest.
But Charlie isn’t about to let me come that easily. He stops licking my clit and instead pushes his tongue inside my pussy. I gasp at the sensation, as the thick, flat blade of his tongue curls inside me, then traces down my front wall, a slow, expert stroke. I let my knees sink a little, arch my hips toward his face to grant him better access, and let my head fall back against the door as he licks and sucks at my pussy, his tongue moving in faster and faster strokes.
It doesn’t take long before I’m right back at the brink again, my toes curling inside the shoes I still haven’t kicked off. “Fuck, Charlie… I’m…”
I can’t even get the words out. Because right then, he draws out of me, and licks my clit, hard, his tongue flat and soft and driving me wild. I let out a cry as the orgasm hits me, pushing me over the edge into pleasure, as the whole world goes fuzzy at the edges, my body pulsing with heat.
But Charlie doesn’t stop there. He keeps going, tonguing me until I’m shaking and gasping again, building right back up toward another orgasm. He pauses only long enough to shoot a heat-filled look up at me, drinking in my reaction to him. “Come again for me, Lila,” he orders, less a request than a command. One I can’t possibly resist.
I come a second time, screaming now, unable to keep my reaction subdued. I’m too lost in the pleasure, the hot rush of him.
He pulls back then, kisses his way up my body, leaving faint, slick trails along my belly, the edges of my breasts. When he finally kisses my mouth again, deep and hard, our tongues intertwined, he tastes like both himself and me all at once. The taste of my juices on his tongue drives me wild, and I wrap both arms around his waist, pulling him against me.
“Fuck me,” I breathe, so turned on now I can hardly stand it. All I want is to feel him inside me, that thick cock I’ve only gotten hints of so far through his thick jeans.
I glance down at it now, and I can see he’s hard as a rock, straining toward me. I reach down, and this time he doesn’t stop me, but lets me trace the edges of his cock with both hands, trying to gauge his size. Fucking big, that’s what.