drives me crazy. When she looks up, her face is flushed, but
not with embarrassment, like mine probably is. “You smell
like heaven.” She drops her face and runs her tongue over my
center, over my slit and down, teasing my opening. She sighs
deeply. “You taste like heaven. Why did we ever go have
dinner when we could have just come up here? You’re better
than anything I’ve ever tasted.”
Those words send a ripple of pure, dirty pleasure
racing through me. My belly tightens and everything lower
throbs violently. “Oh-oh god…” That’s the most I can get out,
and then there are no words. Just panting, throbbing ecstasy,
writhing pleasure.
Adley knows what she’s doing and she isn’t shy. Being
the one on the receiving end of that, I eventually lose my
shyness and my embarrassment and get right into enjoying
what she’s doing. Her tongue does wicked things, swirling and
teasing me, exploring me, learning every bit of me. She
worships me and I writhe against her face, letting her. My
fingers tangle in her silky hair again. I think that I’ll need to
guide her, but she needs none of t
hat at all. She doesn’t know
me yet. Not like this. This is the first time doing this particular
thing with each other, but just like the first time at her
apartment, she acts instinctually, like she knows my body
intimately and has for a long time. There’s no need to show
her where my spots are. She finds all of them and my body
reacts, glowing, lighting, flickering, coming to life.
Adley leads the way with every hot pass of her tongue,
every scrape and gentle graze of her teeth, with hard pressure,
hot swirls, blinding touch. I’m surrounded by sensation.