Page 17 of She's Mine

Her hands come out to her side and try to make a grab for the covers but come back to cover her mouth as I take my first taste of her. My tongue coming out to tenderly touch the soft outer shell of her tightly closed lower lips causes her hips to jump under my hands. And goads me on to take more than just a couple of softly placed swipes of my tongue.

I can taste the flavor of her on the outside of her little pussy since she’s made so much nectar just from my touch. I feel my…ego swell as I realize how turned on my little honeybee got when I had her over my lap. I turn my face into her so I can rub her soft pussy over my cheeks. I want to smell like her and keep her scent with me everywhere I go. There is no doubt I would wear her like she was the most expensive aftershave I’ve ever used.

I spear the tip of my tongue inside of her and the full flavor hits me hard. If I wasn’t already down on my knees for her, I would have gone down after getting this sweetness in my mouth. I groan and watch as her eyes widen, and her body starts to tremble at the sound. I know the sound will travel through her so she can experience it on a whole new -deeper- level.

“God damn, you taste like a piece of heaven.” I’m not sure if she can hear me since I barely take my mouth away from her. My tongue makes pathways through her little valley until I can flick her swollen nub with the tip over and over.

“Oh…oh my…Bear.” Her thighs tighten around my head and her back comes up off the bed pushing her breasts up.

I leave her pretty pussy just long enough to wrap my mouth around one of them to test out what she tastes like there before I go back to eating the best meal I’ve ever had. If I was on death row I would order her as my last meal.

“Bear…,” she lets out a plaintive little whimper before continuing, “I’m…oh, I can’t s…stop it!”

“Don’t Bea. Don’t stop it. Give it to me. Fill my mouth full, honeybee.” I start working her clit like I would if I was kissing her mouth, paying special attention to every moan and whimper that falls from her lips.

“B... but…Bear…”

I double my tongue’s pace and snake one of my hands up to cup her soft breast and play with her hardened nipple as the other one wraps around her thigh so I can pull her even closer to my mouth. She gives a strangled groan that might have been my name before arching off the bed and unconsciously riding my mouth to another orgasm.

She comes so hard I can feel the muscles surrounding my face pulsing in time with her heartbeat lying right under my hand. She pulls at the sheets so hard they come off the sides and we’re wrapped in the same bedding she slept in last night. I wait for her body to fall back to the mattress before chasing her flavor all around her soft, little honeycomb. It’s sweeter now that she’s came for me.

Even after I’ve cleaned her with my mouth I still sit in between her thighs and pet her little pussy taking great delight in the soft tremors that still work their way through her body.

“Come home with me.”

“Okay.”

I laugh, knowing it’s not going to be that easy. “To stay.”

“What?”

She pushes herself up on her elbows to look down at me and we both hear the door opening and my sister’s voice starts echoing throughout the apartment.

“Oh my fucking God, Bear.” Panic edges her voice as she pleads with me to fix this.

“Stay here.” I take a second to wipe the honey from my face before I make my escape out her door. I barely make it into the hallway before my sister all but runs me over.

“Bear? What are you doing here?”

“Looking for you.”

“Why are you looking for me? And how did you get in?”

“I let him in,” Both of us turn to look at Bea who is back in her oversized nightshirt, “I wasn’t sure if you had already left or not. I told him he could just go to your room and look. I didn’t think, um, it would be a problem for him to just stick his head in and see.”

“No, it’s cool. Thanks for letting him in. Are you alright? You look…flushed.”

Bea goes white at the question, and I step forward ready to make some excuse.

“I’m not feeling good. I…didn’t sleep well last night. I’m going to lay back down if you all don’t mind.”

She’s gone before either of us can say a word.

“I really hope she’s alright. She’s been acting…odd since Paul’s started noticing her and I worry he’s going to hurt her. If he hasn’t already.”

The last part is mumbled but I hear it crystal clear. I don’t have to feign the anger that rises up and leaks out into my words. “If you need me to beat the hell out of him, you just let me know.”

The one good thing about my sister coming back home early is that it proves my point. I end up leaving with my sister, but I hate it. I feel like I’ve left something precious behind me waiting for someone to come and take it. I don’t like it at all. It goes against what kind of man I am.

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