Climb (Club Kitten Dancers 3)

It felt damn sweet.

And now she’s begging me for more, asking for my mouth, and I’m going to give it to her. I’ll give it all to her.

I run my hands up and down her thighs, spreading her juices all over her legs. She doesn’t seem to mind. I fucking love it. I trace little circles and then I lean close enough to lick.

“What are you doing?” She asks. “That’s not my pussy.”

“I want to taste you now,” I tell her. “And I’m taking my time, princess, so don’t you even think about rushing me.”

I get close to her and then I lick her legs. I move my tongue slowly along her skin, just like I promised. She’s sweet, and she smells like vanilla. I’m guessing that’s the type of body wash she uses. Her skin is still a little damp from the shower, but now she’s wet from herself. She’s wet from coming all over my fingers. She’s wet from being a naughty little thing.

I lick up and down her thighs. Part of me wonders if anyone has ever done this with Sassy before. I’d like to think they haven’t, that I’m the first. Even if I’m not, I bet I’m going to be the best. No one else is going to treat my darling the way I will. No one else is going to treat her so damn wonderfully because Sassy is exactly that.

Wonderful.

I can tell her body is calming down after her orgasm. It takes a few minutes, but soon her breathing normalizes. Her heart isn’t racing anymore, and that’s when I know it’s time to step up the pace.

I grab her shorts with my mouth and tug down, slowly pulling them over her hips and down her thighs. I tug until they get to her knees, then I let them fall the rest of the way to the floor. Sassy carefully steps out of the shorts and kicks them to the side, and I look at her soft, sweet pussy.

“You’re shaved.”

“I am.”

“For me?”

She blushes, and my heart swells. Did she think we were going to fool around tonight? Did she think there was a chance? Is there any way Sassy thought she would be the one to say “I love you” first?

Is there any chance she thought we’d be doing this tonight?

“You wanted me to see you, didn’t you?”

“Yeah. I wanted you to see my pussy.”

“And you wanted me to taste you.”

“Yeah.”

“What else did you want, baby?”

I press a soft, chaste kiss to her mound and she quivers in anticipation.

“I wanted you to lick me, Elliott.”

“Do you think about me when you touch yourself, sweetie?”

“All the time.”

“Is that right?”

“Don’t you ever think about me?”

“Constantly.”

“It feels a little crazy, you know,” she says. “We’ve been friends for so long. I didn’t want to ruin it.”

“It’s ruined, baby. It’s okay. This is better.”

“Yeah,” she agrees. “This is so much better.”