to feel the clasp of your pussy.”
“Yes,” she nodded her agreement. She’d tasted him on her tongue, but it wasn’t enough. She wanted to feel him inside her, wanted to know what it was like to have him thrust deep and hard, filling her again and again as they both came.
His lips rubbed softly over hers, his teeth gently nipping her bottom lip until she parted them and his tongue could slip between. He tapped it against her teeth before sliding deeper still and twining it with hers. It was a soft caress that had her aching for him, as if they hadn’t just shared the best night of sex in her life a few hours before.
He eased back, running his lips and tongue over her jaw and down the column of her neck. She leaned her head back, giving him better access as he touched, tasted, and taunted her with the desire for more. She felt the slide of his hand down over her stomach, his fingers slipping over the damp curls to find the swollen bud of her clit.
His head slid lower, until she felt the heated expulsion of his breath against her needy nipple. She wanted his touch, his mouth suckling her as his finger tapped and rubbed. She wanted the thrust of him inside her. She just wanted.
“Please, Beck,” she moaned, undulating with the force of her desire.
He groaned as he leaned just a tiny bit closer and closed her nipple in the heated suction of his lips. She felt the scrape of his teeth on the underside before he sucked harder, pulling her deeper and tonguing the nipple trapped inside his mouth.
Her hands reached up to wrap around his head as her legs spread wider, offering him everything. He didn’t disappoint. His fingers slid over her clit, through the dewed lips of her cunt to the opening of her pussy. His thumb tapped her clit as he thrust two fingers shallowly inside her. Just enough to tease, to incite, to fan the flames.
His mouth popped off her breast, only to move over to the other and treat that nipple to the same torturous pleasure. She was lifting her hips, trying to fuck herself on his fingers.
“Beck,” she moaned his name again. “Fuck me,” she begged.
“Soon,” he crooned against her wet flesh as he released her swollen nipple. “I just want a taste first, Deja. Just another taste of that sweet pussy.” His lips trailed down her stomach, leaving a path of feather soft kisses that shouldn’t cause her to burn with need, but did.
“I was dreaming about your pussy.” He purred the words against her skin as he moved closer and closer to her sex. “It’s what woke me up.” He licked along the crease of her hip and teased along the side of her cunt. “I swore I could still taste you on my tongue. I was so hungry. I wanted something salty and buttery, something hot and filling. But only you can satisfy my hunger.” He glanced up her body and met her gaze, as his tongue flicked out and over where his thumb rubbed over her clit. “Only this,” he vowed, as he turned his full attention to her pussy.
She swore he might make her come with just the look on his face. No man had ever looked at her that way. Most men in her experience saw performing oral sex as a means to get what he wanted. Just do it long enough to ensure she’s ready and then get to the good stuff. But Beck… God, he made her feel like a seven course meal. Like eating her pussy brought him more pleasure than her.
She reached down to clutch his thick brown hair, while she played with her nipple with her other hand. His tongue should be registered as a sex toy. Whoever invented it would make a fortune when women discovered the pleasure it could give. Two fingers speared inside her as his lips wrapped around her clit and sucked gently on it.
There was no way this was better for him than it was for her. Not even possible. He licked and sucked, nipped softly with his teeth, while fucking her soft and slow on his fingers. He used his other hand to press against her lower stomach, his thumb and forefinger keeping her sex
“Yes,” she nodded her agreement. She’d tasted him on her tongue, but it wasn’t enough. She wanted to feel him inside her, wanted to know what it was like to have him thrust deep and hard, filling her again and again as they both came.
His lips rubbed softly over hers, his teeth gently nipping her bottom lip until she parted them and his tongue could slip between. He tapped it against her teeth before sliding deeper still and twining it with hers. It was a soft caress that had her aching for him, as if they hadn’t just shared the best night of sex in her life a few hours before.
He eased back, running his lips and tongue over her jaw and down the column of her neck. She leaned her head back, giving him better access as he touched, tasted, and taunted her with the desire for more. She felt the slide of his hand down over her stomach, his fingers slipping over the damp curls to find the swollen bud of her clit.
His head slid lower, until she felt the heated expulsion of his breath against her needy nipple. She wanted his touch, his mouth suckling her as his finger tapped and rubbed. She wanted the thrust of him inside her. She just wanted.
“Please, Beck,” she moaned, undulating with the force of her desire.
He groaned as he leaned just a tiny bit closer and closed her nipple in the heated suction of his lips. She felt the scrape of his teeth on the underside before he sucked harder, pulling her deeper and tonguing the nipple trapped inside his mouth.
Her hands reached up to wrap around his head as her legs spread wider, offering him everything. He didn’t disappoint. His fingers slid over her clit, through the dewed lips of her cunt to the opening of her pussy. His thumb tapped her clit as he thrust two fingers shallowly inside her. Just enough to tease, to incite, to fan the flames.
His mouth popped off her breast, only to move over to the other and treat that nipple to the same torturous pleasure. She was lifting her hips, trying to fuck herself on his fingers.
“Beck,” she moaned his name again. “Fuck me,” she begged.
“Soon,” he crooned against her wet flesh as he released her swollen nipple. “I just want a taste first, Deja. Just another taste of that sweet pussy.” His lips trailed down her stomach, leaving a path of feather soft kisses that shouldn’t cause her to burn with need, but did.
“I was dreaming about your pussy.” He purred the words against her skin as he moved closer and closer to her sex. “It’s what woke me up.” He licked along the crease of her hip and teased along the side of her cunt. “I swore I could still taste you on my tongue. I was so hungry. I wanted something salty and buttery, something hot and filling. But only you can satisfy my hunger.” He glanced up her body and met her gaze, as his tongue flicked out and over where his thumb rubbed over her clit. “Only this,” he vowed, as he turned his full attention to her pussy.
She swore he might make her come with just the look on his face. No man had ever looked at her that way. Most men in her experience saw performing oral sex as a means to get what he wanted. Just do it long enough to ensure she’s ready and then get to the good stuff. But Beck… God, he made her feel like a seven course meal. Like eating her pussy brought him more pleasure than her.
She reached down to clutch his thick brown hair, while she played with her nipple with her other hand. His tongue should be registered as a sex toy. Whoever invented it would make a fortune when women discovered the pleasure it could give. Two fingers speared inside her as his lips wrapped around her clit and sucked gently on it.
There was no way this was better for him than it was for her. Not even possible. He licked and sucked, nipped softly with his teeth, while fucking her soft and slow on his fingers. He used his other hand to press against her lower stomach, his thumb and forefinger keeping her sex
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