“What about on my knees with my face buried in your sweet cunt? Would that be nice enough?” I whisper. I trace the shell of her ears with my lips, eliciting a shudder from her.
“Oh my God, Nathan,” she says.
Like always, hearing her say my full name makes my chest fill with pride. I pull back and see that she’s blushing a bright pink.
“Do you like hearing about that, honey? Do you like hearing about how I’m going to taste your cunt and tongue fuck you until you scream?”
She blushes even harder, but nods.
“Ralph never did that, but I…I want you to.”
“Ralph is a fucking idiot,” I tell her, grinding my teeth at the mention of the other man. “But I’m not. And I can’t wait to taste you.”
“Here?” Her voice is breathless, and her eyes are glassy.
“Whenever you want.”
“Here,” she confirms.
“You don’t seem nervous anymore,” I remark.
She answers by unbuttoning her jeans and slipping them down. My mouth goes dry at the sight of her black underwear, the curve of her hip. I help Candice out of her jeans, underwear,and boots, and then lead her over to a wooden crate in the back. I pull my jacket off and lay it down, so that she’ll be somewhat comfortable.
“What a gentleman,” she murmurs, with no trace of sarcasm.
“My mama taught me well,” I say. “And I want this to be good for you. I don’t want you to be thinking about how cold you are or how the crate feels. I want you to be relaxed. That’s the key to good sex.”
“I’m not a very relaxed person,” she says, sitting down on the crate. “I think that’s why sex has always been difficult for me. But you—you make me feel relaxed. And safe, even if some of the things we do are, um, new to me.”
“Good. That’s exactly how I want you to feel.”
I kneel in front of her on the ground, and feel like I’m kneeling before a fucking queen.Myqueen.
She spreads her legs slowly, exposing her glistening, pink cunt to me and making my mouth water. I drag a finger through her core. “So greedy. So wet and aching for me even though you came all over my hand just last night.”
“I woke up wanting more,” she admits. “I don’t know…it’s like last night unlocked something in me and I spent all morning thinking about this. About you.”
“I like the idea of you fantasizing about me, Viper,” I say, giving her a grin. “Why don’t you tell me about it while I taste you? I want to know more about what you like.”
I see her hesitance written all over her face, so I say, “Do your best. It’s good to practice telling your partner what you want, but I know it can be nerve wracking.”
She just nods, but she seems a bit more at ease.
I lean in and run my tongue lightly over her folds, licking from her entrance to her clit and back again. Candice lets out a small whine that encourages me to keep going. I flick my tongueover her clit, and then suck on it lightly, and then harder as her moans increase.
“Nathan that feels amazing,” she gasps. “Keep going.”
I run my tongue over her clit again, swirling it over the tight nub and relishing the sound of her pants and whimpers.
“I thought about you fucking me,” she says.
Blood shoots straight to my cock at her words, making it harder and thicker than ever, but I keep my attention on the smell and taste of her.
“Keep going. Tell me how I was fucking you, honey.”
“From behind. I thought about you pounding into me, grabbing me by the hair, and pulling my head back. I thought about you pressing me into my bed and doing whatever you wanted to me with your cock.” She moans again, as I switch from licking her clit to fucking her entrance with my tongue, lapping up the sweet, musky taste of her, as images of what she just described fill my head.
“I thought about you making me yours,” she says.
