“There she is,” he whispers in wonder. He spreads me wide with his fingers so he can see everything, and I close my eyes. No matter how often he looks at me like this, it always seems too intimate, too close for what we are supposed to be.
He bends and licks my flesh and I see his cock harden instantly. His eyes meet mine as he bites my clitoris, forcing me to nearly jump from the bed.
Oh dear God, he’s good at this.
“You taste so fucking good,” he whispers before his lips lower down to suck me. His eyes close in pleasure and my knees start to lift off the bed by themselves. Oh God. My body starts to quiver and he grabs my thighs in both hands, pushing them back to the mattress.
“Open.” He growls. “I want it all. Give it to me.”
He bites me again and my back arches off the bed. He starts to really eat me—face whiskers, pleasure and pain—and all I can do is hold on to the back of his head and whimper. He takes his fingers and slides three in. I flinch.
“Ouch, take it easy,” I whisper.
“No,” he answers as he starts to really give it to me hard.
His fingers pump in and out and the bed starts to hit the wall with force.
Holy… fucking fuck. My insides start to liquefy.
He watches me as he gently kisses my inner thigh, but his fingers continue to rip aggressively into my sex. The sound of my wet body sings loudly through the air.
In, out, round and round, and I’m going out of my head in pleasure.
He licks me again and I start to quiver when he pulls all fingers out immediately.
“Roll over. I want you on your knees,” he commands.
I frown. “Huh?” What for?
I shuffle over and he pulls my knees farther apart.
“Lean down onto your elbows.”
I drop to my elbows and he kisses each of my ass cheeks tenderly as his hand gently trails up and cups my breasts.
“So fucking beautiful,” he whispers, almost to himself. He runs his whiskers softly back and forth over my behind.
My eyes close.
Jeez, I would never let anyone do something like this to me before. What has he turned me into?
A crazy sex maniac, that’s what.
He gently pulls my cheeks apart and then I feel his hot tongue burn my behind.
Oh…
I close my eyes tight as my mouth hangs open. This is not my style, but holy hell if it isn’t the hottest thing I have ever experienced.
For fifteen minutes his tongue laps at me, coaxes me, and tempts me to do things I’ve never even contemplated before. I feel myself lifting towards his face for a deeper connection.
I can hardly breathe; I’m so turned on.
He pulls back and I feel him lube my behind with saliva. I breathe out to try and calm myself.
Shit. Oh my God. Oh my God. Is this happening?
He disappears for a second and I hear the telling tear of a condom packet being ripped open. He arranges himself at my opening.