Fuck. She wasn’t supposed to know that.
“Will you shut up if I do?”
“I’ll shut up if you make me come.”
“Actually,” I pulled back. “Maybe I want you to talk then.”
She groaned. Loud and wantonly, “I’ll scream if you want me to, just fuck me, please.”
I loved when she begged.
A reminder of her body didn’t compare the real thing. I lived so long with the constant reimagining of her curves, but nothing prepared me for the real version. She stood so bare in front of me, all grown into herself. I felt unprepared and totally unworthy of her as of this moment—as of future moments too.
“Open your fucking legs, Adelaide.”
She pressed her thighs together, hiding me from what was inevitably mine with a stubborn tilt to her chin. “No.”
I dropped my hands, “You mean that?”
Desperation fluttered through her eyes, and she pulled me back by her instinctive hold on my lapels. “I swear to God, Christian. If you leave me hanging, I’ll find another man out there and get him to make me come.”
A rosy glow spread across her cheeks and down her frame. They were a flirtatious gesture and all I wanted was to get on my knees and swallow them into my mouth.
“Tell me you’re okay with this,” I asked seriously. “Tell me that when I put my mouth to your pussy, you won’t push me away.”
She watched me get close to her face.
“You seem awfully confident about it,” her hand forced me down to my knees. If I stopped to think about how she refused to kiss me again, I’d go mad.
Instead, I’d make her go wild. She’d remember how she ached to kiss me again and again, but I wouldn’t give in.
I pulled aside the ripped fabrics and nipped the softness on her right thigh. “Because I am.”
Adelaide’s legs fell open and to my utter dismay, I was way too fucking close to exploding in my pants.
Freshly shaved, pink, and fuckingglisteningunder the dim lights. “You’re fucking drenched.”
She buckled forwards when I thumbed her clit. Pinching it between my fingers and rubbing it.
“That’s what happens when you’re turned on,” she retorts with sarcasm.
I pumped a finger in her cunt.
This had to last for it to be real. She spoke with hurt, and I listened with pain, and I didn’t want that for either of us. I wanted to be the man for her in this way even if she didn’t want me in the other ways.
Without another word, I thrusted my tongue into her pussy.
She thrashed against, her hands coating through my hair, messing with it, and making me her slave.
She tasted addicting and awoke a ravenous animal who took without leaving anything behind.
“Christian,” she pulled her pussy closer to my lips. I licked and sucked and devoured her into my mouth. She was my favourite flavour. Nothing would top the taste of her in my mouth.
My tongue and finger alternated between pumping in a slow rhythm that made Adelaide whine and whimper and fucking crash against me.
The only sounds were my fingers pumping in and out of her, accompanied by gushing, wet noises that cut through her wanton gasps and whimpers.
Her legs trembled and shook and tore apart but I remained consistent and focused.
