“Um…make me come?” I suggested.
He was above me, his knees on either side of my calves, his fists braced in the mattress beside my shoulders. “Well, yes. But how do you think I’m gonna do that?”
I shrugged. “With your hands? Like before?”
He used one hand to grab both of my wrists, pinning them together in his one huge paw, and then brought them up over my head.
I squirmed against his hold. “Why are you holding my hands like this?”
“So you don’t pose for me.” He kept hold of my hands, dipping his upper body down to press his mouth against my throat, forcing me to tip my chin up.
“I wasn’t posing, I just…I don’t like the way my breasts look, hanging and saggy like this…” I twisted my torso so my breasts swayed.
He growled deep in his chest, bearlike. “I fuckin’ love that look.” He sucked my left nipple into his mouth, flicked it with his tongue, and then slid his mouth across to the right side, and repeated the movement. “I love seein’ these fuckin’ incredible tits of yours bare and natural. And babe, they ain’t saggy. They’re goddamn perfect, naturally perfect. Only way they’d stay upright when you’re layin’ down is if they’re full of silicone, and while I don’t mind that look, I like this one better.”
He let go of my wrists and cradled a breast in his palm, bringing it to his mouth so he could twiddle the nipple with his tongue until I was gasping and writhing. “For real, the way you look, Eva? The body you got? You should be the most stuck-up, arrogant, snobby bitch in the world. You are literally the perfect woman. You could snap your fingers and point and have literally any man,every manin the whole fuckin’ world at your feet, beggin’ for ten seconds to just fuckin’lookat you. Wars have been fought over women as perfect as you are.”
“You’re crazy,” I breathed.
“Yeah, maybe. That ain’t relevant to the fact that you’re fuckin’ perfect.” He inched lower, kissing down to my diaphragm. “Back to the matter at hand. Yes, I’m gonna make you come. But no, I ain’t gonna use my hands.”
“You’re—you’re not?” I squeaked.
Lower yet, his tongue circling my navel. “Nope.” His lips pressed a line of hot wet kisses down to the swell of my core. “You know what I’m gonna do, Eva?”
“What, Baxter? What are you going to do?” I breathed the question, desperate to hear him say it, and even more desperate for him to do what I thought he was about to do.
“I’m gonna lick your pussy until you scream my name. I’m gonna kneel between your thighs and I’m gonna worship at the altar of your sweet, beautiful, innocent pussy and I ain’t gonna stop until you’ve come so hard so many times you won’t know which fuckin’ way is up.”
“Oh god…” I gasped. “Please. Please,pleaseBaxter.Pleasedo that. Right now.”
He slid backward off the bed, kneeling on the floor, and hauled me by my ankles down the mattress until my bottom was nearly hanging off the edge, and he gently, reverently parted my thighs, resting my feet on his shoulders. “Is that an order, Evangeline?”
I stared at him, my eyes wide, my breathing ragged. “Yes, Baxter. That’s an order.”
He laughed. “I love it when you beg me to do shit to you. And I love it even more when you order me to do shit to you.”
“Then I’m both begging and ordering you to do…what you said.”
“Say it, Eva. Please. Say it for me. Say what you want me to do. You know how horny it makes me when you talk dirty to me.”
I swallowed as he kissed the inside of my left thigh, low, near my knee. “Baxter, will you please…oh—oh god, that feels good—will you please…lick my—my…my pussy?” That felt…amazing. Saying that. It felt almost as good as his mouth did, ascending the inside of my thigh, kissing upward closer and closer to my core…to my pussy. I wanted to say it again, to taste the words, to relish their dirtiness. “Lick my pussy, Baxter.”
“Yes ma’am, Evangeline.” I watched him, not daring to take my eyes off him as he began all over again, starting a line of hot, sucking kisses at my right knee upward, closer and closer to my core.
I propped myself up on my elbows so I could see better, watching raptly as his lips touched my flesh at mid thigh, then higher, and higher. I held my breath as he paused, my lungs frozen as his warm damp breath huffed over my vagina. I stared, unblinking, not breathing, waiting, waiting, wanting. And then it happened. His lips brushed against my core, pressing a literal kiss against me, lips to…well, lips. God, so hot. So erotic. His mouth was on my vagina. His lips were pressed against my pussy. I ached, just thinking the words. And then…ohhhhh, and then his tongue slid up the seam, ever so softly parting me. I whimpered, then, as he repeated the slide of his tongue up the seam, again and again. Every time his tongue ran wet and warm along the seam, I whimpered. And then his hands grazed up my thighs and his thumbs pressed against my outer labia and held them apart, and I ceased breathing entirely until the moment his tongue flicked, just once, against my clitoris. And then, at the moment of contact, a searing bolt of lightning blistered through me, shaking me, seizing me in a fierce, hot fist and squeezing me, from the core outward.
“Oh mygod!” I shrieked, “Baxter! Oh god, Baxter. Do that again!”
He rumbled a laugh. “You like that, do you?”
“It’s the best thing I’ve ever felt in my life!”
“Best thing you’ve ever felt,ever?”
“Ever.”
“Then by all means, my lady, allow me to continue.” And continue he did.
