“That’s because you taste so fucking sweet. Better than any ice cream I’ve ever had.”
She starts to giggle, but when I cup her ass cheeks and push up slightly, my tongue delves deeper, and she cries out.
We play like this for a while, Claire jacking my cock and licking it like a lollipop while I tongue-fuck her. Having her splayed out on top of me is incredible. She’s incredible. Every time she takes me to the edge she slows down or changes her rhythm. It’s maddening and intoxicating.
Sliding my hand between us, I line my fingers up at her entrance and slip two inside her. Her pussy is wet and hungry, taking my fingers greedily while I lick and lap at her clit. I can feel her thighs tremble, and when I hear her breathing stutter, I know I’m close to making her come undone.
“I’m not sure I can—” she starts. “I told you I don’t always?—”
I’m not sure if they’re warnings or disclaimers, but that’s not important now.
“I know,” I reassure her. “Trust me, Claire, I’m having a damn good time with my face between these long legs I love. Am I making you feel good?”
“God, yes,” she answers without hesitation.
“Then just relax and let me eat my dessert.”
“Pete Santos,” she says, her voice a mix of wonder and reprimand. “The mouth on you.”
“Be honest,” I say, my hands kneading the firm flesh of her backside. “You love what my mouth does to you, and all the filthy things it says to you,”
“I think I do,” she teases, wiggling her hips. “Get back to work and I’ll let you know.”
I’m no fool, so I do exactly what this gorgeous woman wants me to. Within seconds, she has my hard length halfway in her mouth, and I’m finger-fucking her soft wet heat while sucking on her swollen clit.
It’s a mindset shift, for sure. I have to stop myself from thinking of her orgasm as my goal. Her pleasure is what I want. If that means she shudders and shakes while her inner walls try to break my fingers, then hell yeah, I’ll take it. But Claire has nothing to prove in this bed, and nothing to prove to me. Her orgasm isn’t an item on a list I’m waiting to check off. There are a hundred other ways for me to know I’ve made her feel good, and I need to tune into them.
Her breathy little moans and the way her legs and ass cheeks tremble? Fuck yes, I love knowing that’s because of what I’m doing to her. The way she’s soaking my face and beard with her arousal? God. Damn. The feel of her hardened nipples against my stomach as she grinds her body onto mine? It’s hot as hell. The way she takes my cock deep into her mouth and grips my base like she never wants to let me go? Yes-fucking-please and mother-fucking thank-you.
The way she thrusts her ass into my face as she pops off my dick to turn and look at me? Her lips, wet and swollen from sucking me off? The flush on her skin from the heat we’re generating?
It’s all too fucking much.
“Will you?” Claire asks.
“Hell yes,” I say without hesitation. “What was the question?”
Her smile makes my insides flip. “Will you come down my throat?”
Swear to god, I see stars as my eyes clench shut and my toes curl and my head starts screaming at my dick to fucking wait its turn.
When she lowers her voice and whispers please, I nearly lose the battle and come right here and now.
I’ve still got my head between her legs and my lips at her entrance. She’s soaked from the mere idea of swallowing me down and that’s so damn hot I can’t help but tell her yes.
Flicking my tongue against her folds, I test the waters to see if she’s too sensitive, but when Claire wraps her lips around the head of my cock and sucks me down, the movement pushes her body back against mine, and my tongue slips back inside her.
We’re just as needy as we were before, but we’re slower now, more deliberate. She’s taking me into her hot wet mouth again and again while she’s damn near choking my cock with her fist. It’s like she knows exactly what I need. Like she’s watched me fuck myself to thoughts of her.
I’m acting on pure instinct, kissing and licking her. I’m repeating the movements that steal her breath, the ones that make her cry out, and the ones that have her fist tightening. The tingle at the base of my spine is the only warning I get, and I honestly can’t believe I’ve lasted this long.
I moan against her clit because it’s the only sound I can make, the only signal I can offer. She moans back in kind, opens her throat, and takes me impossibly deeper as I spill inside her.
Pumping my hips, I ride out the orgasm, my tongue and fingers still working her over. I’m about to slow my pace when I feel the first few shivers. They’re slight, but they’re there so I keep my rhythm and thrust a little deeper.
My name reverberates from her lips and bounces off my bedroom walls as I taste her release.
Nothing in my life has ever felt so good or been so hot. Our chemistry is explosive. It’s like we understand each other’s bodies on a primal level.
