“I want to taste you,” he said, his chin hovering just over her shoulder.
She smiled, and reclined slightly, one hand tugging at a strap on her sports bra. In a flash his hands were on her shoulders, driving her back into the plush bed, his mouth finding her neck and trailing a series of soft kisses down to her collarbone. His beard tickled the tops of her breasts as his lips moved across her chest.
His head now on the other side of her body, his lips found her ear and whispered, “I need to taste you.”
His hands were firm, holding her down, and she could feel her body beginning to betray her already. She gasped as his lips found her skin again, starting at the waistband of her shorts and planting a series of kisses along her abdomen, nuzzling against her as he did.
His hands left her shoulders, sliding down her sides until his fingers were locked around the loose shorts she was wearing. A smile lit up his face as he began to apply pressure, inching the shorts down slowly. He leaned up and kissed her, long and deep, giving his tongue ample time to explore hers, then rose up and ripped her shorts down her legs.
Instantly he slid down on the bed, his hands grabbing her thighs and roughly forcing them open. She could feel her pussy dripping already, knew that her lips would be glistening with her need, but he had other plans. He started on her left thigh, gently kissing and rubbing against the tender flesh. His fingers dug into her skin as she let out a soft moan. He kissed closer and closer to her pussy, the edges of his facial hair teasing at her labia, but before he made contact he moved to her right thigh and sunk his teeth into her flesh. Hard.
She gasped and moaned loudly, her legs fighting against his hands in an unconscious reflex. He forced her thighs open, then kissed along her right thigh, teasing her with the softness of his touch. A ring of marks from his teeth shined bright red out from the pale skin of her thighs. He could smell her scent, sweet and musky, intoxicating to him and let out a moan as his mouth drew nearer to her pussy.
She slid one hand down to the back of his head, stroking his hair lovingly as his tongue began to trace the outer edges of her labia. Her other hand slipped beneath her sports bra and teased at her nipples which were already poking through the fabric. Her mouth curled into a smile and she bit at her lip to avoid squealing as his mouth finally found its way to her pussy, his tongue sliding up in one long stroke.
When he reached her hood he swirled his tongue, knowing the pink bud would be swelling with her growing arousal. He could hear her fighting to stifle moans, a few high-pitched squeaks sneaking past her defenses as his tongue took the full length of her cunt in long strokes. Each time he lapped at her, his tongue would slip in a little deeper, drawing more of her taste into his mouth. He rubbed his cheeks against her thighs, drawing in her scent as he made her squirm beneath his ministrations.
Her fingers in his hair grew more insistent, applying just the slightest pressure. His focus shifted, his tongue pressed firmly against her clit, flattening out and undulating in waves. He let go of her thighs for a moment and pulled her hand up to join the other on her breast, before forcing her legs open again. They had momentarily snapped shut around his head and while he savored the feeling of being that close to her cunt, it was not time yet.
Alternating swirling his tongue against her clit and sucking it into his mouth, he worked her pussy over expertly. She moaned and rocked her hips, grinding her pussy against his mouth. He let one hand leave her thigh and slid it under his chin, extending his middle finger and sliding it into her soaked pussy. The digit rocked in a slow ‘come hither’ gesture within her walls, lightly stroking her G-spot in time with his tongue’s motions on her clit.
She squealed, her fingers twisting her nipples as his tongue sent ripples of pleasure floating through her body. There was a shift on the bed as he lifted his mouth from her cunt, though his finger kept moving inside of her, and brought his head up to kiss her again. She could taste herself on his lips, catch her scent mingled with his and for a moment felt a twinge of shame. His eyes met her, his mouth just inches from his, as he whispered, “You taste so fucking good,” before diving back between her legs.
His tongue was faster now, and another finger slipped inside her dripping pussy. His head shook from side to side as he toyed with her clit, never letting the pressure leave though he played with how firmly he stimulated her. Flicking and sucking and circling her clit, he drew forth moans of wild abandon as she wrapped her thighs around his face and rocked her entire body.
She could feel the need building within her as he continued his relentless assault on her cunt. His cheeks were coated in her juices, his tongue moving rapidly, hungrily, as it drove deeper within her folds. His moans morphed into growls, her moans become a cacophonous howl. And then, his mouth left her cunt, his teeth sinking deep into the flesh of her thigh. His hands left her legs, and he pinned her to the bed using his legs to keep hers spread.
Moving his face close to hers he leaned in, as he had earlier for a kiss, and growled, “You. Are. Mine.”
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