Summer Love at the Beach (Summer Instalove)
She nodded with the cutest grin that clearly told me she loved it when I talked dirty.
Adjusting for a second to tuck a pillow under her head, I kissed along her stomach, stopping at the edge of her panties. “Spread your legs for me,” I softly commanded.
Holding back a near growl, I was thrilled to see that the silky material was becoming
soaked through. Brushing my fingers against the wet material, I watched as it clung to her
swollen pussy lips, pressing gently until I found the sensitive little nub.
“I love that you’re so wet for me, baby,” I murmured. Running my fingertip back and forth ,
she shuddered as I touched her clit through the fabric. It felt like it was throbbing, begging for my attention.
Her hips were rising slightly, trying to press her skin more firmly against my hand.
Dropping a row of gentle kisses across her stomach, I slid down to place my tongue
directly on the wet silk keeping me from her hot little pussy. I licked her firmly and she
gasped, her hands clutching the sheet beneath her.
“Do you want me to take these off?” I asked. “Do you need me to taste you properly?”
She nodded, but I paused, staring into those beautiful blue eyes until she realized what I
wanted. “Yes,” she whispered.
“That’s my girl,” I said, gripping the waistband and slowly wiggling her panties down her
legs. She lifted her hips for me to help, then once they were off I threw them aside, settling between her legs as I spread her wide.
“Every single inch of you is gorgeous, sweetie,” I said gently. She probably expected me to
dive right in, but I kissed the inside of her knee, then up her thighs a few inches, before
switching to the other side.
The way her sweet, soft body was squirming under my touch was driving me crazy, but I
tried to put my own urges aside for the night.
Leaning in, I lapped gently at the crease at the top of her thigh, moving slowly inward.
Dragging my tongue gently around her outer pussy lips, her moans were becoming
breathier. Watching her pink tunnel begin to drip with moisture, I knew that she was more
than ready for a climax.
Dipping the tip of my thick finger barely into her entrance, I swirled my tongue slowly around her clit.
“Please,” she gasped, her fingers tangled in the sheets as she quivered.
“Please, what?” I asked. My finger slid inside her to the first knuckle, sweeping tiny circles around her wet tunnel.
“You’re driving me crazy,” she moaned.
“What is it you need, sweetie?” I asked. I knew that I was being a bastard, forcing a shy girl to say something dirty, but I needed to hear it.