It’s not tentative. It’s not gentle exploration. It’s a starving man presented with a feast, and he dives in headfirst.
"Fuck, Edward!" The words are ripped from me.
His tongue is hot, broad, and relentless, licking a firm, wet stripe from my entrance all the way up to my clit. I cry out, arching off the bed, my fingers scrambling for purchase in his thick, dark hair.
"Oh my god!Edward!"
He groans against me, the vibration sending electric shocks straight to my core. His tongue circles my clit then flicks it rapidly.
One of his hands leaves my thigh, sliding down to stroke my entrance. I'm embarrassingly wet, and he gathers my arousal on his fingers before pushing one thick digit inside me.
I gasp, clenching around the intrusion. "Yes! Oh, yes!"
He adds a second finger, curling them just right, hitting that beautiful spot deep inside.
The sensations are too much and not enough. Fireworks. Earthquakes. A goddamn supernova erupting between my legs.
His mouth works my clit like it's the only thing that's been sustaining him up here. Like he's been waiting for years for this moment, and now he's suckling, licking,devouringmy pussy like he'll never have it again.
His fingers pump in and out, setting a punishing rhythm that has me panting, climbing higher and higher. But even as pleasure threatens to shatter me, a deeper craving takes root.
I needhim. The feel of that thick cock I saw earlier.
"Edward," I gasp, trying to push my hips up into his mouth, but he holds me firm. "Need... need to touch you. Please."
He doesn't lift his head. He just increases the pressure on my clit, sucking hard, his fingers plunging deeper with a curl rubbing against my pleasure spot.
It's like he's trying to drown me in pleasure. But I need him to understand.
I tug sharply on his hair. "Look at me!"
He pauses, lifting his head just enough to meet my gaze. His chin glistens with my wetness, his eyes are pure feral hunger in the dim light. "What?"
"Come up here," I demand, breathless. "I want to taste you while you do that."
A slow, wicked smile spreads across his face. It transforms him, making the hard lines soften into something dangerously beautiful. "So you're a greedy girl?"
"You didn't guess that when I said I was bored?"
But to his credit, he doesn't make me wait.
Rising slightly, he shifts his weight onto the mattress. He lowers himself back down, his mouth finding my core again, those talented fingers disappearing back inside me with a slick sound that makes me moan.
Perfect.
I reach up, wrapping my fingers around the base of his cock.
"This is what I wanted," I moan, stroking down on the full length of the giant thing that's now hot and heavy in my palm.
It’s like velvet over steel and tiny droplets of pre-cum bead at the slit.
My mouth waters and I lean forward, tracing the swollen head with my tongue, tasting salt and musk and pure, unadulterated man.
He groans against my pussy, the sound vibrating deliciously through me.
"Fuck, Penny," he rasps, his voice muffled. His hips jerk slightly, pushing the head of his cock against my lips.
I open wider, taking him in. He's thick, stretching my lips and filling my mouth. I suck hard at the sensitive head, swirling my tongue over the ridge, loving the choked groan it rips from him.
