Dane explored every inch of her legs with respect, with reverence, until every nerve in her body rang like a bell. Heworshipedher, until she felt herself open for him like a blossoming flower.
“Dane,” she moaned as his mouth neared her mound once more.
Careful not to touch her flesh just yet, he hooked his finger under the crotch of her panties. “You soaked your panties,” he told her as he pulled her intimates to the side.
“Oh,” she gushed. She loved it when he told her that. It made her feel so dirty but so sexy at the same time.
Dane lowered his mouth before her mound. “You’ve got a pretty pink pussy,” he said. She could feel puffs of his hot breath on her dampness.
“Please,” she begged him, her pussy desperately heaving. “Please.”
Gently, softly, he set his tongue on her slit at last.
“Oh. My. God,” she cried.
Slowly, he dragged the tip of his tongue along her flesh, tracing her sensitive folds.
“Yes … yes,” she panted. “Just like that, Dane.”
He smiled so sweetly when he heard that. Silly boy had nothing to worry about—he wasalreadybetter than half the lovers she’d ever had.
With every moan and groan he elicited, Dane’s confidence grew and grew—until he was tonguing Austen’s hard little clit, and his meaty finger thrust in and out of her, and she was loudly panting his name.
“Fuck, that’s a tight pussy, babe,” he said, finger-fucking her faster and harder.
With every lick of his tongue and every stroke of his finger, a tension twisted and clamped tighter in her tummy. Her rhythmic moans and groans were quickly growing louder. Dane used her sounds as his guide, slurping and fingering her just the way she wanted it.
“Yes, yes,” she gasped.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he groaned. “And you taste so good.”
Her pelvis began to quake. She was almost embarrassed at how fast he was breaking her. She tried to clench and fight her climax off, to last maybe just aminutelonger, … but …
He was too good.
“Oh God! I’m gonna come!” she wailed, surrendering to the mounting pressure. She grabbed the back of the hockey player’s head and ground her pussy against his mouth. “Keep going!”
Dane didn’t slow. He knew just what to do—he licked faster, harder. Every light tap of his heavy tongue against her swollen clit took her higher. Waves of bright, throbbing euphoria lapped at her body, her spirit, her soul.
“I’m coming!” she screamed.
Her climax loomed before her, quickly rising like a growing tsunami. With a rushing, thunderous force, the rolling waves of bliss broke and crashed over her head. Her mind was tossed from her body, and her soul swallowed whole by a deluge of pure, golden ecstasy.
For a brief moment, the veil was lifted. All of Austen’s doubts, insecurities, and traumas melted away from her essence, simply abandoned like unneeded possessions. She saw all her troubles for what they really were—trivial, unimportant, just bumps along the road. They weren’t evenreal. All that mattered was this—being here, in rhapsody, in perfect order, and with someone she cared about. She wished she could stay here forever.
And for an eternity, she did.
But slowly, Austen’s glimpse of perfect order began to fade. The tide retreated back into the sea, and Austen washed up on the shore in a heap of panting, sweat-misted flesh.
Groggily, she opened her eyes, and saw Dane’s handsome face still between her thighs. He ran his thumb through the tufts of her pubic hair and stared up at her.
“Well?” he asked, curiously. “Was that okay?”
She couldn’t stop laughing once she realized what had happened: the professional hockey player known for being a selfish lover had eaten her straight into a state of nirvana.
“What?” Dane asked insistently. “I hope you’re not laughing at me. That was pretty theatrical, you know. If you faked that, I wanna know.”
She was weak and could barely speak. “That … was …perfect.”
