“Shh,” I interrupt, pressing a finger to her lips. “I know what you want.” I reach behind her to unhook her bra, letting it fall to the floor as I lean in to take one of her bare nipples into my mouth again. This time, I’m not as gentle, my teeth grazing the sensitive skin as I suck hard, eliciting a low moan from Brooke.
I slide my hands between her thighs. Her panties are soaked, the fabric clinging to her skin. “Are you soaked for me?”
She nods, the words stuck in her throat as I hook my fingers in the waistband of her panties, slowly pulling them down over her hips. She’s bare now, her skin flushed and hot, and I can’t resist the urge to press a soft kiss to her inner thigh, my tongue flicking out to taste her.
“Come sit on my face, babydoll.” I order, leaning back onto the couch. Like the perfect eager girl she is, she stands up and hesitates looking at me.
“Jas, I don’t think--”
“I didn’t ask you to think, babydoll.” I tsk, fully reclining onto the couch. “I told you to sit on my face.”
“But you have that cut, and I am pretty--”
I feel my skin chill as I narrow my eyes on her. “If you say you are too big to sit on my face, so help me Brooke, I will spank your ass fire-truck red. Now come ride my face.”
She slides her bottom lip between her teeth, a small nod as she walks over to me and sits on my salivating tongue.
“Jasmine,” she gasps, her hands tightening in my hair. “Please?—”
“Please what, Brooke?” I ask, my voice dropping to a husky whisper as I look up at her. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you,” she breathes, her eyes locked on mine. “I want you to?—”
I don’t let her finish, instead I lean in, and allow my tongue to trace the sensitive skin of her inner thigh as my right hand snakes around her thigh and lightly plays with her clit.
“Oh my, J-jasmine--” she shutters and I giggle into her pussy. I lean into her and press a soft kiss to her folds, my tongue flicking out to tease her. She moans, her hips bucking slightly as I continue to tease her, my hands gripping her thighs to hold her still.
She tastes like honeysuckle. Like fucking heaven. Like the first lick of a sof- serve cone on a hot summer’s day.
“Shit, you taste fucking delicious, Brookie.” I growl as I speed up the pace of my fingers on her clit.
Her body trembles above me, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps as I continue to tease her, my tongue flicking out to trace her sensitive skin. She’s so close, I can feel it in the way her body tenses, the way her hands clutch at my shoulders.
“Jasmine,” she gasps, her voice trembling with need. “Please?—”.
“You’re going to come all over my tongue,” I murmur against her skin, my tongue flicking out to trace her sensitive flesh. “Understand?”
“Y-yes,” She moans again, her hips bucking slightly as I suck on the ball of nerves between her thighs, my hands gripping her thighs to hold her still. I can feel her body trembling above me, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps as I continue to tease her, my tongue flicking out to trace the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.
“Jasmine,” she repeats, her voice trembling on the verge of release. “Please?—”
“You are so perfect,” I murmur against her skin, my tongue flicking out to trace her sensitive flesh. “My perfect good girl who’s going to fucking suffocate me between these perfect thighs.”
“Oh my god,” she heaves, her body grinding on my tongue faster and faster. “Jas…I’m going to…shit!”
Her body tenses, her breath hitching as she finally lets go, her hips bucking slightly as she comes, a low moan escaping her lips. I continue to tease her, my tongue flicking out to trace her sensitive flesh as she rides out her orgasm, her hands clutching at my shoulders.
She leans back on my chest with a sigh, and I look up at her from between her thighs. “Did I just hear you curse, babydoll?”
Her cheeks flush the prettiest shade of pink—soft and glowing in the low light—as she bites her lip and nods at me with a giddy little smile.
“Yes. Sorry,” she says breathlessly, voice all sugar and sin.
I shake my head, eyes glinting. My grip tightens slightly on her thighs as I dip my mouth again.
“No sorry, baby. I just want to do it again.”
“Jasmine—” she squeals, voice cracking into a giggle as my tongue strokes over her slick center, and then?—
