I frown. “I’m sorry.”
Both for hearing it and for bringing it up in the first place.
Triss shakes her head. “Now, can we continue?”
“With pleasure.”
Any more of this grim talk and my erection might wilt completely.
I plant another kiss on top of her scar, then start to lick it. Triss lets out a giggle so I keep going. This is how I want her to be – laughing, carefree.
I’m going to make her forget all the horrible things she had to go through. Starting now.
I plant the next kiss on the front of her underwear. Then I slip my thumbs beneath the garter and pull it down. As she lifts her knees, I catch a glimpse of her other pair of lips, rosy, parted and glistening with her own sweet substance that’s oozing out of her. It seems like a flower beckoning me to come closer and have a taste, daring me to. I swallow.
After I pull her underwear off and toss it aside, I grip Triss’s thighs. I push them apart and bring my face closer to her mesmerizing petals. A sweet scent drifts into my nostrils and my cock throbs.
“Antonio.” Triss lifts her head. “What are you doing?”
I meet her questioning eyes for a second. What am I doing? Don’t tell me she hasn’t experienced this before.
The thought sends ripples of desire through my veins. I open my mouth and lick her.
“Stop.” Triss tries to push me away. “You’re not supposed to do that. It’s dirty down there. And embarrassing. And – ”
She gasps as I part her soft, wet lips and slip my tongue in between them. Triss’s thighs tremble and the hand on my head grips my hair.
She’s not pushing me away anymore.
I grab her hand and lock my fingers with hers. I do the same with the other as I push my tongue further inside. Triss’s curls tickle my nostrils. The sweet taste of her heat drifts into my mouth. My cock strains against my boxers.
I rub my tongue against her and savor her sweetness. More of it seems to come out as she moans. Her hands clutch mine.
I pull my tongue out to drag its tip along her quivering lips. I catch a glimpse of her rosy nub already peeking out of hiding. I brush my lips against it and start to lick it.
Triss squirms. Her hips rise from the mattress. Her nails dig into my knuckles.
“Antonio.” My name comes out of her mouth as a whimper.
I keep going until she’s trembling even more. She struggles to free her hands but I hold them tight.
“Wait. I…”
Triss lets out a cry as the lips in front of me twitch. I let her hands go and she grips my hair. She pulls me towards her as her thighs trap my head in place.
So much for pushing me away.
She does that as soon as her hands stop shaking and her thighs relax. This time, I let her. I wipe my mouth as I admire the result of my hard work – her flushed cheeks, her glistening eyes, her swollen breasts, the valley between them rising and falling as she tries to catch her breath.
Beautiful.
Triss drops her arms to her side and gazes at me through half lidded eyes.
“Why did you do that?”
“Why shouldn’t I have?” I plant a kiss on the valley between her breasts before meeting her gaze. “That part of you looked so pretty and delicious I just couldn’t help but want to devour it.”
Triss snorts. “You’re crazy.”
My cock is going crazy. Because of her.
I take her hand and press my lips against her palm. “Admit it. You liked it.”
Her cheeks grow redder. Yes, she did.
“It’s unfair,” she says as she pulls her hand away and sits up. “I thought I was the one supposed to give you a present.”
“I thought I just got my present.”
Triss touches the bulge in my crotch. “Then why does this seem to be unhappy?”
She presses her palm against it and I feel the tip leak. I draw a breath.
“It even seems to be crying.”
I say nothing. The look in Triss’s eyes has changed. There’s mischief in it now, and a sliver of confidence. As much as I want to bury my cock inside her already, it’s her turn to play.
I let her push me down and admire the view of her breasts as she climbs on top of me. They stick out from her chest, topped with their stiff peaks. Unable to resist temptation, I lift my hand to touch one of them but Triss pushes my hand away. When I meet her gaze, her eyes narrow in warning.
Right. It’s her turn now.
She rubs my crotch as she lifts the hem of my shirt. Her tongue traces my abdominals and circles my navel. She rolls my shirt higher up and I feel the air on my chest. She brushes her lips against my muscles and plants a kiss on top of my nipples.