She dropped her head to his chest and bucked against his fingers, needing the release in spite of her fight against the man giving it.
As Sinclair’s fingers withdrew from her dripping pussy, he grabbed hold of her legs and spread them wider. He knelt down in front of her, worshipping her thighs with his palms. His tongue replaced his hands and he lapped at her skin while Carla’s hands sought his hair. She needed something, anything to hold onto.
“Can you come again?” he asked in a guttural voice.
All the blood rushed to her head and she could do no more than nod.
Sweet Jesus. He was so close, his face hovering over her pussy. Did he intend to…?
Sinclair blew a soft breath of air, stirring the hair covering her quim. Dear God, he did intend to! It had been so long.
For several long, agonizing moments, Sinclair stayed in that same position, inhaling her scent with his eyes closed. Nervous fingers tiptoed up her spine and she wondered if he was as masterful at licking as he was at touching. As the moments stretched into a full minute, she began to squirm. “Sinclair,” she whispered. She had nothing else to say. She didn’t know a polite way to say, “eat my pussy now”.
“Shhhh,” he instructed, dropping lower until his lips grazed hers. “I love the way you smell.” His tongue touched the top of her pussy, that small indentation a hairsbreadth away from her clit. “And I wonder—”
he licked the crease of her cleft slowly, “—will you taste like honey?” He parted the lips of her pussy and groaned low in his throat. “You’re so beautiful and pink.”
She tensed, waiting for that first touch of his tongue to her clit. He took his time, licking each crease, each wall with unerring precision. He traveled down to her opening and thrust inside. Her hips began to move, gyrating atop the mattress as the frustration mounted.
“Sinclair, please.”
He paused in his enjoyment. “Please what, Carla? Am I not pleasing you now? Do you wish for me to stop?” The taunting tones of his voice sent her over the edge. She yanked hard on his hair and bucked upwards.
“Eat me now. I need to feel your tongue on my clit. Make me come.” She didn’t leave any part of her request to the imagination.
He gave her a mock look of anger. “We really do need to work on your manners, but—” his finger caressed her pussy gently, “—I suppose I’ll have to excuse you this time.” With a wicked gleam in his eyes, he lowered his head once more.
Carla held her breath until his tongue circled her clit and then she cried out, lifting her hips up off the bed.
His hands grasped the globes of her ass and dragged her pussy up until he could feast liberally. Holding her in place, he sank into her, suckling her. Licking her. Lavishing her.
Dear God. She’d never been eaten quite this way before. Sinclair made eating pussy into an art. He rolled her clit between his tongue, tickling the tip and as if sensing the pressure was building inside of her, he focused his attention on her lips again.
Maddening.
She clamped her legs around his neck and urged him to continue the assault. His fingers sank deep into her channel while his tongue returned to her clit. He caught the tiny nub between his teeth and Carla screamed with wonder and delight. The sensations were stabbing her, tearing at her from the inside out.
Languid warmth began to spread over her and she felt the first clench of her muscles. As she began to come, Sinclair twisted his fingers, spreading them wide to feel the contractions of her muscles. And he continued to tease her clit, suckling and licking until she came again and again. Until her muscles resisted even the slightest movement.
Her legs jerked as Sinclair slowly rose from his kneeling position. Carla couldn’t move and she didn’t know how long he stood there, staring down at her dripping pussy, her flushed face and bunched nightgown. She was too exhausted to right her clothing.
But she
As Sinclair’s fingers withdrew from her dripping pussy, he grabbed hold of her legs and spread them wider. He knelt down in front of her, worshipping her thighs with his palms. His tongue replaced his hands and he lapped at her skin while Carla’s hands sought his hair. She needed something, anything to hold onto.
“Can you come again?” he asked in a guttural voice.
All the blood rushed to her head and she could do no more than nod.
Sweet Jesus. He was so close, his face hovering over her pussy. Did he intend to…?
Sinclair blew a soft breath of air, stirring the hair covering her quim. Dear God, he did intend to! It had been so long.
For several long, agonizing moments, Sinclair stayed in that same position, inhaling her scent with his eyes closed. Nervous fingers tiptoed up her spine and she wondered if he was as masterful at licking as he was at touching. As the moments stretched into a full minute, she began to squirm. “Sinclair,” she whispered. She had nothing else to say. She didn’t know a polite way to say, “eat my pussy now”.
“Shhhh,” he instructed, dropping lower until his lips grazed hers. “I love the way you smell.” His tongue touched the top of her pussy, that small indentation a hairsbreadth away from her clit. “And I wonder—”
he licked the crease of her cleft slowly, “—will you taste like honey?” He parted the lips of her pussy and groaned low in his throat. “You’re so beautiful and pink.”
She tensed, waiting for that first touch of his tongue to her clit. He took his time, licking each crease, each wall with unerring precision. He traveled down to her opening and thrust inside. Her hips began to move, gyrating atop the mattress as the frustration mounted.
“Sinclair, please.”
He paused in his enjoyment. “Please what, Carla? Am I not pleasing you now? Do you wish for me to stop?” The taunting tones of his voice sent her over the edge. She yanked hard on his hair and bucked upwards.
“Eat me now. I need to feel your tongue on my clit. Make me come.” She didn’t leave any part of her request to the imagination.
He gave her a mock look of anger. “We really do need to work on your manners, but—” his finger caressed her pussy gently, “—I suppose I’ll have to excuse you this time.” With a wicked gleam in his eyes, he lowered his head once more.
Carla held her breath until his tongue circled her clit and then she cried out, lifting her hips up off the bed.
His hands grasped the globes of her ass and dragged her pussy up until he could feast liberally. Holding her in place, he sank into her, suckling her. Licking her. Lavishing her.
Dear God. She’d never been eaten quite this way before. Sinclair made eating pussy into an art. He rolled her clit between his tongue, tickling the tip and as if sensing the pressure was building inside of her, he focused his attention on her lips again.
Maddening.
She clamped her legs around his neck and urged him to continue the assault. His fingers sank deep into her channel while his tongue returned to her clit. He caught the tiny nub between his teeth and Carla screamed with wonder and delight. The sensations were stabbing her, tearing at her from the inside out.
Languid warmth began to spread over her and she felt the first clench of her muscles. As she began to come, Sinclair twisted his fingers, spreading them wide to feel the contractions of her muscles. And he continued to tease her clit, suckling and licking until she came again and again. Until her muscles resisted even the slightest movement.
Her legs jerked as Sinclair slowly rose from his kneeling position. Carla couldn’t move and she didn’t know how long he stood there, staring down at her dripping pussy, her flushed face and bunched nightgown. She was too exhausted to right her clothing.
But she
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