For several long seconds, I didn’t speak, just stared at her and continued to keep a firm, yet gentle hold on her chin, my gaze continually looking at her mouth. I was addicted to those lips, to her taste.
“I want to kiss you,” I whispered and used my other hand to slide it down the length of her body, over her hipbone, down her outer thigh, then twisted my palm so I was cupping her hot pussy. “I want to kiss you here,” I all but purred. Her wetness was so pronounced I actually hissed at the scorching contact. “Fuck.” I closed my eyes at how silky she felt. “You’re soaked for me. I can feel all that honey.” I opened my eyes again and felt something primal break off in me. “I want that honey covering my cock.” I leaned in so my lips were close to hers, but not close enough they were touching. “I want it sliding down the back of my throat.”
She gasped, maybe from shock, maybe from want. I didn’t know which one. Or maybe it was a combination of both. She was so pure I doubted anyone had spoken so bluntly with her.
“You want that?” I coaxed. “You want my mouth all over this secret spot of yours?”
She moaned and slowly nodded. “I’ve never had anyone touch me here, Braxton. I’ve never had anyone see… that part of me.”
And no one else ever will. Only me.
I rose up so I was on my knees between her legs now, and while holding her gaze with mine, and my hands on her knees, slowly—so fucking slowly—I spread her even wider for me. “You ready?” I honestly didn’t know if I was asking her or myself.
“I’ve been ready… for you, Braxton.”
Closing my eyes and inhaling deeply, I didn’t stop the groan that left me. When I opened my eyes, I allowed myself to look at her right. Fucking. There.
Pink. Glistening. Wet.
I was shaking uncontrollably as I stared at her pussy. My fantasies could have never done this image justice. I inhaled deeply. Oh. Fuck. Yeaaah. She smelled so fucking good.
I found myself on my belly between her legs, not knowing when I’d even moved. Her scent surrounded me, making me drunk and high and damn near delirious. “Are you nervous, baby?”
“Yes,” she said right away.
“I’ll make this good. I’ll treat you right.” I ran my tongue along her center and groaned so fucking loudly I swore it echoed off the walls. Amelia was sweet and slightly musky, and so fucking soft beneath my lips. Christ, she’s so damn soft.
I felt this string in me draw tight before snapping in half as this ravenous animal took control. I started licking and sucking at her, lapping at her nectar, swallowing it until I was drunk from her flavor. I flattened my tongue and dragged it up her cleft before wrapping my lips around her little but engorged clit. Her hands were suddenly in my hair, her fingers pulling at the strands as she cried out.
“Oh God. Braxton. W-What are you doing to me?”
My cock jerked, and I rolled my hips against the mattress.
Amelia started moving her hips back and forth, grinding herself against my lips and tongue as if she couldn’t help it.
“Come on, baby,” I muttered against her swollen flesh and went back to sucking on her clit for a few seconds. “Come for me. Give it to me and let me taste your passion.”
She was making rough noises now as she thrust her pussy firmly against my mouth, seeking her pleasure, desperately needing it.
I sucked on her clit harder this time at the same time I moaned, sending vibrations right to that sensitive bundle of nerves.
She exploded for me.
Her whole body grew tense, and I tasted her pleasure on my tongue, heard it in my ears, felt it seep into my body.
“Oh God,” she whispered into the darkness.
I groaned, unable to control the tenor or pitch of my voice, too far gone to give a fuck if I sounded like a ravenous animal. I continued to lick and suck as I said, “I’ll give you anything. Everything. All of me. Tell me what you need and want, and it’s yours, Amelia. Always.” I was rambling in my desire against her pussy, in the need to please her.
Her orgasm started to fade, and she sagged against the mattress, her legs falling open all the way as if she didn’t have the strength to close them.
She panted, her chest rising and falling so hard, and I rose up, her eyes already locked on mine. I lifted my hand and ran my palm over my mouth, gathering the wetness—her wetness. And while holding her gaze with mine, I licked all that sweet cream off, not about to waste one fucking drop of the pleasure I’d brought out in her.