Page 29 of Trusting the Fall
“Please.” Her lost whisper is my undoing.
I let my tongue drag up her slit and latch onto her clit, sucking it into my mouth and flicking my tongue over the ring.
“Are you going to tell me your name tonight?” I whisper, blowing again on her wet pussy.
She hums. “Bombshell.”
“Give me something else then.” It’s a little game we’ve started. The only way I can learn anything about her when she refuses to give me her name is when she’s subdued like this, a victim to my touch. “What’s your comfort movie?” She closes her eyes and takes a breath before pointing her amber gaze at me.
“Miss Congeniality.”
“A fellow beauty queen. How fitting.” I laugh, but it quickly dies down as she pins her bottom lip under her teeth and wriggles her hips beneath me.
I nip just beside the silver ring at her clit and then at the silky skin of her inner thigh. “Okay, then.” I lick, long and languid, up her centre and spit right onto her clit, earning a breathy sigh of surrender. “Come for me, Bombshell.”
I dip my fingers inside of her wet heat and lap at her clit like an addict. It would be impossible to get my fill of her.
She grinds her pussy harder against my face, imprinting herself on me and I wear it like a fucking badge of honour.
I work my fingers slow and deep while my tongue licks faster against her clit, flicking against her piercing and then sucking it all in.
“Oh, god.” When she talks to me, her words are all confidence and cheek, but the way she cries out in the pursuit of passion, it’s nothing but submissive, relinquishing the emotions that even she can’t understand.
I know she’s close when she buries her hands into my hair, riding my tongue.
Groaning into her pussy, I adjust my position onto my knees so I can give her more of what she needs.
I force my tongue off her clit so I can lick the fingers on my free hand, keeping the other still buried inside her clamping pussy.
My wet fingers move up to her breasts, kneading her soft skin while my fingers pinch at her nipple and play with the barbell.
I watch as her face shifts from bliss to rampant heat. Cycling through the feelings and fighting to hold onto them all at once.
I leave open-mouthed kisses along her pussy. Nipping and licking all along her centre and clit, teasing her and coaxing that orgasm along.
Precum leaks from my dick and I almost give up and just make her come on me, but I’m better than that. I need at least one from my girl before I get there.
“Be a good girl and come on my fingers, Bombshell.” I bite at her inner thigh while my wrist twists and my fingers fly. Her pussy clenches around me, coating me in her arousal.
“So fucking wet. I wanna lick this all up and then you can drench my cock.”
Her pussy spasms so hard from my words. I tug at her nipple then fix my lips over her clit and suck. She floods my fingers and drips down my palm as her moans fill the room.
My fingers flick lightly over her nipple, then down the valley between her breasts and stomach as she comes down.
I kiss along her thigh, her hip bone, her clit. Barely-there touches, knowing she’s more sensitive right after release.
“That’s my good girl,” I whisper.
I withdraw my fingers and suck every last drop of her orgasm from them with my eyes locked on hers. Her flushed chest rising, her cheeks rosy as she watches me.
I lean down to lick her pussy, savouring her arousal. “Did that feel good, baby?”
“So fucking good,” she says with a smile. “Can I have another?”
“You know I can’t say no to you. Especially when you ask so nicely.”
I kiss up her stomach, over her breasts and bite at a nipple, making her laugh as I make my way over to her bedside table to grab a condom.
