My breath staggers as Carson lifts my skirt by tugging at each side, kissing my legs as he goes, growing closer and closer to my pussy. He finally gets my skirt up over my hips, and gently pushes my legs farther apart with his hands. I can’t see, but I know he must have a clear view of my panties now, and by his stillness, I can tell he’s staring.

“Astrid,” he growls. “Look at you.” His hand then gently covers my pussy, and I moan as he massages me lightly, his thumb rubbing against my clit and his fingers stroking my lips. My panties are long soaked through, and now grow even more saturated from the pressure of his hand. My back arches at his touch, my head pitches to the side, and there’s a blurry moment of peaceful, sweet bliss at the feeling.

Carson makes a satisfied sort of hum, and then I feel his fingers move to the edge of my panties, tugging them gently to the side. I don’t know why, but I expect him to plunge his fingers into my pussy— and I want that, to be honest. Instead, he teases at the edge of my lips, circling my entrance and then lightly touching my wet clit with the pad of his fingers. I groan again, shuddering at each touch, so sensitive.

“No one has ever done this to you,” Carson comments in disbelief and delight.

“No one,” I stammer. “It feels so good.”

“We’re just getting started,” he growls, then tugs my panties down to my knees in a single, fast motion. I laugh nervously, and tilt my head side to side, like I might suddenly be able to see what’s about to happen. No luck, though; I’m immersed in darkness when Carson places his palm above my pussy and carefully spreads me with his fingers, exposing me as I’ve never been exposed before. I breathe heavily, waiting for what will happen next, and then feel Carson’s breath tickling my abdomen, my clit, and then the light, gentle sweep of his tongue against my pussy itself.

I cry out without meaning to, and Carson pulls away for a heartbeat, before apparently realizing the sound was from pleasure. He puts his mouth on me again, this time kisses my clit as deeply as if it were my mouth, massaging me with his tongue until my hips buck relentlessly against his touch. My world, already dark, is somehow growing bright from pleasure, and there’s a rippling in my chest that’s spreading down to my pussy, an orgasm that feels more powerful than anything I’ve experienced before.

“Carson, I’m going to come,” I whisper.

“Not yet,” he answers, and abandons my clit. I moan in protest, but his mouth moves further down, licking at the sides of my pussy, exploring me entirely with his tongue. He repositions himself between my legs, then lifts my feet so that my knees are propped on his shoulders before he lowers his mouth to my pussy once again. This time, he slides his tongue into me.

I cry out again, nearly a scream this time, at the feeling of being penetrated. My hands dart down and I practically smack Carson in the head in my blindness, but then grasp his hair in my hands and hold on tightly. Carson doesn’t need direction; he knows I’m enjoying this, and he begins to lick up to my clit before returning back down, slipping his tongue instead of me, then licking the length of me again. He hands support my ass from below, lifting my pussy to his mouth, squeezing my ass cheeks hard as he continues on. I feel like I may break apart, I start to sweat, to feel dizzy and hazy.

“Carson,” I pant, but I can only just get his name past my lips. There’s no stopping my orgasm this time, there’s no way. Carson must know this; suddenly his mouth is on my clit, sucking, stroking it with his tongue as I moan loud and long against the feeling. My hands tighten into fists and the wave of arousal threatening me suddenly crashes down, obliterating all sensation except pure and perfect pleasure. I’m hazy and dizzy and writhing on the bed, wanting to both escape and push deeper against his mouth, the sensation too much to bear yet somehow not enough.

Carson’s mouth lightens as I catch my breath, begin to slow, feeling drunk and lightheaded as the most powerful orgasm of my life tapers off. He kisses my pussy again, then lowers my ass back to the bed and ducks to lift my legs off his shoulders. I’m not entirely expecting it when he reaches up and slides the blindfold off my face.

“Beautiful,” he whispers, looking into my eyes again. I blink at the light, giving him a pleading look.

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