She tasted like heaven.
She dug her fingers through his hair, making him shiver by scraping her nails against his scalp. He savored one nipple for a while—laving and sucking—before he transferred to the other. His arousal grew so great as he absorbed her taste and stimulated her nipples into hard, pointed crests that he grew desperate. He bit at her very gently, testing her reaction.
Jennifer responded by jerking her pelvis. “Oh, Christ. Do that again.”
He didn’t immediately comply, instead scraping his teeth very lightly against the stiff peak. He felt the tension leap into her muscles. He gently bit at the exquisitely sensitive flesh again, and then quickly attenuated his actions with a soothing tongue. She cried out in sharp pleasure.
Jesus. She was so responsive, he could probably make her come from nipple stimulation alone.
He’d have to find out later, he thought dazedly. He was too desperate for her at that moment, too wild to drown in her essence. Her abdominal muscles leapt with excitement when he pressed his mouth to her belly.
He rose over her and began to unfasten her jeans. She moaned feverishly when his fingers reached the last button on her fly. He felt the slight moisture penetrating the fabric. He pulled up on the waistband, giving her clit one last tug of stimulation. She gasped. He smiled as he removed her jeans. Before he removed her panties, he opened his hand along the panel. It was warm, and wet with her juices.
Holy Mother of Miracles. What had he done to deserve this?
It took him two seconds flat to slide her panties off her legs and set them at the edge of his coat. He put his hands behind her knees and bent them, spreading her thighs wide in the process. He knelt between her legs, anticipation cutting at him from the inside out. Her fragrance entered his nose, smelling like sex distilled. He parted her labia and heard her move restlessly on his coat.
He inserted the tip of his tongue between creamy lips. She made a soughing sound and trembled delicately. She put her hands on his head, her fingers furrowing through his hair.
Her taste fully penetrated his consciousness and he was lost. He put his hands behind her thighs and parted her for his ravishment. Her juices clung, thick and sweet, to plump labia. He stabbed at her clit with his tongue, agitated it, sucked at it until she wailed and pulled at his hair. He winced.
Jennifer may be small and delicate, but she was a wildcat when it came to sex.
“John?” she asked shakily when he rose up over her, frowning after being forced to surface from the sweetest pussy he’d ever tasted. He didn’t reply, just went to his hands and knees over her. He patted his fingertips over soil and rock, searching.
“What are you doing?” she asked, sounding disoriented.
“Trying to find this,” he replied, locating the scarf he’d removed from her neck earlier. “I’m going to tie your wrists together.”
He heard her breath hitch. Had her reaction been surprise, fear or arousal? He cradled her cheek, his thumb feathering the corner of her mouth.
“I told you I’d show you the darkness wasn’t a scary place, didn’t I?”
“Yes,” she whispered, turning her lips toward his stroking finger.
“You’re here with me. I’m not going to let anything bad happen to you. Just put your faith in me, and I’ll not only see you through the night, I’ll make it a pleasure.”
He waited anxiously for her reply. Her sex juices were fading from his tongue, and like an addict, he was craving more. Now.
“All right,” she whispered.
He moved quickly, positioning her wrists above her head, making sure her elbows were resting comfortably on his coat. She might be sore enough tomorrow from her fall. He didn’t want her muscles to seize in discomfort and diminish her pleasure.
“You’re very brave,” he told her as he bound her wrists.
“I’m not. Even six-year-olds are less afraid of the dark than me.”
“There are a lot of ways to show courage,” he murmured. Once he’d secured the cotton scarf around her wrists, he scuttled back between her thighs. He looped her thighs against his forearms, spreading her, and placed his hands on her smooth, warm hips.
He groaned in satisfaction the moment he plunged his tongue between her sex lips again. His maneuverings in that fragrant, creamy valley were for her benefit, of course, but he’d be lying if he said his tongue’s searching, probing and laving weren’t selfish as well. He’d seek out a new patch of skin to explore and she’d reward him with her sexy, catchy moans and more of her sweet juices, and his search would become more avid. His hunger grew until only the ultimate prize would satisfy him. He opened his mouth over her outer sex and applied a taut suction while he gave her clit a hard rub with his tongue. She cried out sharply and bucked her hips, but he held her steady, forcing her to take her pleasure head-on.
Triumph and lust soared through his veins when he felt her first convulsion of climax. His entire world became the sensation of her trembling body and her taste soaking into his tongue, her juices running like honey down his throat.
He was so drunk on her essence that he never made a decision to move. His mouth was suddenly at the font of all that sweetness, plunging into the source. He sat on his haunches, holding her pelvis in his hands, lifting her lower body several feet off the ground, tilting her back to give him access to her drenched pussy. She writhed in his hands, her cries that of a female in the throes of deepest ecstasy.
Her channel was narrow and warm. He curled his tongue and plunged it into her. His body shuddered in lust. She hugged his fucking tongue. She’d squeeze his fucking cock in a vise of hedonistic bliss.
He spread his mouth over her, stimulating her clit with his upper lip. He used his hold on her hips to move her subtly against the pressure of his mouth. He applied a gentle suction and continued to plunge deep with his tongue. She squirmed in his hands like a wild animal, but he was firm in his hold. Her ecstatic cries grew silent for a moment, her body tensed hard.