“It isn’t arrogance if it’s true.”
I guide her to her feet and pull her closer so I can lick that cute bellybutton as I undo her pants. The rich, delicious heat of her arousal hits me, making my mouth water.
“Fucking knew it,” I mumble, my finger strumming the back of the G-string as I feast at the sight of the line of tight curls over her pussy, dark underneath the white lace.
“You knew what?” she squeaks.
My knuckle grazes the soaked lace. “That you’d be the sexiest goddamn woman. A G-string, Ligaya? Not even a thong? Fuck, is this what you wear every day? Under your professional black dress and strict teacher vibe, you’re dressed to get fucked.”
“I don’t wear this every—”
“Shh, let me live my fantasy. Now where were we?”
My fingers draw the fabric aside and glide across her silky entrance.
“More, Tristan,” she moans, bending her knees to lower herself against my hand.
“Need to eat my fill first. Do you want to ride my face here or in your bedroom?”
Her mouth gapes open like she’s scandalized by my dirty talk.
“Here, then,” I say, grabbing her ass as I lean back.
“I’ve not. I mean, I do-don’t usually, um, well you know.” Her stumbling speech, so uncharacteristic, piques my attention. This surprising vulnerability is new. And sexy as fuck.
“I don’t know,” I admit. “Tell me.”
“Why would you, I mean, how? I’ve never.”
“You’ve never received oral sex?” I ask, fighting to keep the judgment out of my tone, because who wouldn’t want to put his head between her thighs? I’m fucking dying to taste her.
“I have, but I don’t really like it. I’ve never, umm . . .”
“Had an orgasm?”
“Not that way.”
“Do you want to try, Ligaya?” I ask gently. “Do you trust me enough to try it?”
“I think so,” she says, and the vulnerability of her answer tugs at me. She’s not a woman whose trust is easily earned.
I lie back and hold her hand as if I’m leading her to a dance floor. I guide her body so her legs straddle my head. Her breasts quiver with each deep inhale. Her hair is a dark halo, her mouth bruised and pink. This beautiful woman’s arousal fills my senses as I ease her over me.
She won’t fully sit down. I tilt my head up and give her a series of licks along the sides of her cunt, at the creases but not quite at her center.
“Oh, that’s . . . that’s . . . .” She doesn’t get to finish her thought because when her knees weaken and she drops down, my mouth latches on to her body. I use my tongue, my lips, my cheekbones to caress and stimulate her sensitive folds.
“Your pussy is fucking delicious, Ligaya. Fuck my face, sweetheart.” I offer long, sweeping strokes as she shivers. My stiff tongue pushes up. I guide her hips in circles.
Slowly, she takes over the rhythm. With my hands free to work her body, I use one to squeeze her ass and the other to thumb her clit. She hesitates. I squeeze her ass harder, eliciting a sexy squeal.
Her legs tighten around my ears. I wrap my lips around her clit and suck hard. Ligaya releases a wordless sound that vibrates through her cunt and into my mouth.
“Tristan, oh god, I’m coming. Oh, fuck.” Ligaya screams like she’s in shock. The sounds she’s making—low pitched moans mixed with breathy sighs—tug at my cock. Her hips jerk forward in waves. My mouth floods with her arousal. I drink her up like the thirsty bastard that I am.
Lost in the pleasure of her taste and the agony of my hardness, I don’t realize Ligaya is moving down my body, her soaked pussy gliding along my chest before it rests over my aching cock. My body pulses with the need to penetrate.
“Wait, my—” I’m about to saycondom, but the sight of her legs bracketing my hips and her center lowering onto my cock steals my words. Her opening pulses around my tip. The instinct to bury myself in her body’s grip is stronger than my ability to speak or to stop.
