Faking It For Mr Right

Still, my heart races. I’ve never done anything like this—sneaking away to somewhere public, even if it is an empty scene. The simple idea that someone might stumble across us is enough to spike my adrenaline even more than the sexy as hell man sliding down my body does.

He catches my eye and arches a brow. “What about you?” he murmurs as he finishes undoing the zip on my jeans. “Do you come out here with all your dates?” His grin is wicked, dirty.

My face lights on fire. “I’ve never done anything like this before,” I admit softly.

He pushes my jeans down, and I arch my hips up to let him wriggle them off me. He tosses them to the side of us, and bends to trail his tongue along the edge of my panties.

I shudder beneath his caresses.

“Any idea how far sound carries from here?” he asks, his breath heating the trails his tongue left across my belly. He hooks a thumb under my panties.

“No idea.”

“Well, we’ll find out when I make you come,” he responds, and winks, before he tugs my panties down.

I inhale sharply. Especially when he pushes my legs wider apart and dips down to trail his tongue over my mound. With one hand, he traces up along my thigh, his tongue running over the creases where my hips meet my thighs.

His fingertip reaches the lips of my pussy, and he traces them softly, before parting them. They make a slick sound, and his grin widens. “Guess you’re as thirsty for me as I am for you, Melanie.”

I swallow hard, trying to catch my breath as his finger starts to stroke along my slit, back and forth. I can feel my juices coating his fingertip, wet and slick. “What can I say?” I manage breathily. “You know how to push my buttons.”

“Maybe. But I’d rather taste them.” With a grin, he leans back down and pushes my knees wider, before his tongue follows the path his fingers just took.

I gasp as his hot tongue glides along my outer lips, tracing one at a time, slow and slick. My hips move of their own volition, arching up against his face, as I reach down to run my hands through his hair.

His tongue presses between my lips, trailing up and down my slit. When it grazes the edge of my clit, already swollen with want, I inhale sharply and tighten my fists in his hair.

He takes his time, alternating between licking and sucking gently at the folds of my pussy lips, and trailing his tongue along me. I arch my hips, and he slides his hands underneath me, gripping my ass tightly. He leans back, then, and a little mewl of protest escapes my lips. Until I glance down to find him gazing up at me.

“God, you taste incredible,” he murmurs, his breath hot on my skin, his mouth inches from my pussy. He lowers to trail his tongue along my slit again, but this time he keeps his eyes locked on mine, clearly savoring every time I twist and arch beneath him.

Inch by inch, he slowly presses his tongue inside me. I buck up toward him, trying to arch my hips closer to his mouth, to feel more, more, more of him. “Fuck, right there,” I breathe as his tongue reaches fully inside me, his mouth clamped against my pussy lips. He slowly circles his tongue inside me, tracing around the walls of my pussy, making me clench and my body tremble.

Then he curls his tongue up, so the very tip drags down inside me, and pulls out again, right along my G-spot. I gasp, but he doesn’t slow down. He pushes back into me, his hands gripping my ass tightly, pulling me against his face. He thrusts his tongue in and out of me, slowly picking up his rhythm, as I bury my fists in his hair and cry out, my back arching and my head falling back against the soft blanket.

The stars spiral overhead, a few wisps of clouds joining in, but I barely even notice the beautiful night sky. All I can think about is the man crouched between my legs, licking and lapping at me like he can’t get enough.

“Don’t stop,” I protest loudly when he draws back, but it’s only for a second. Then he laps along my slit, all the way up to my sensitive clit, already swollen and aching with desire. When he licks right across it, a faint cry escapes my mouth, echoing in the night air.

He licks me harder, faster, flattening his tongue to lap across my clit again and again, until the pleasure builds toward a sharp peak deep inside me.

“I’m going to come,” I manage to pant, an effort in and of itself because I can hardly catch my breath, my heart is racing so fast. “Fuck, fuck, I’m about to…”