Page 38 of Cillian

Lifting the lids off a few pots, a wave of disappointment hit that I wasn't able to try what she cooked when it was fresh off the stove. She had gone out of her way to make all this food for dinner, and here I was walking through the door late like an inconsiderate arsehole.

I laid the dress box and flowers down on the couch before calling out for her once more.

“Queenie?” I ventured to the bedroom cursing myself when I stumbled across her light snoring, asleep before I could see her. Starting with my waistcoat, I removed my clothes down to my pants and lifted the blanket to climb in next to her. I know I should have let her sleep but I was looking forward to seeing her all day. So much, I almost landed a ticket going over the speed limit. Naturally, I gave her shoulder a light nudge.

“You up, baby? Hmm?” I asked, a light caress to her shoulder. She was wearing one of my dress shirts with what looked like lace knickers, her arse and thighs soft and gentle to the touch.

“Queenie? Mmm. You promised you would wait up for me baby, are you up?” I asked again, giving her plump behind a rub.

“Mmm… Is that you, Cillian?” she murmured, shifting in the bed to face me, the top of her breasts poking out from the low buttons.

“How come you didn't wait up for me, baby? You said that you'd wait up for me,” I said, with a kiss to her exposed collarbone.

“Mmm...I'm sorry. I guess I fell asleep. You said you'd be here earlier, I even cooked to surprise you.” I pressed a kiss to her nose, her tired eyes edging open.

“I know. Things went a bit late at the club. I tried to make it home to you as soon as I could. Had such a long day. But I'm happy to be back home with you. Did you miss me?”

“Mmmhmm,” she mumbled, still on her side of the bed.

“Mmm, you sound sleepy, a tragedy because I've been waiting all day to see you.” And touch her, and hold her. Honestly, I couldn't think of anything productive other than burying my big cock in her tight pussy.

“I'll let you sleep, I guess. But is it okay if I taste your pussy before I fall asleep with you? We don't have to do anything else, I just want a taste of what I've been missing all day.” My lips traced the delicate contours of her inner thighs. Sweet, soft and tempting to the touch. Even through her knickers I could smell the clean scent of her delectable pussy, traces of an earlier shower evident.

“Please, Queenie, can I taste your cunt?” I asked, with another series of slow kisses along the length of her curvy thighs. “Please,” I asked once more, delighted to hear an alert answer.

“Okay.” Pulling her knickers to the side, I took a moment just to sit and admire how pretty her pussy was. Her lips were nearly as dark as her skin and her folds were a pretty pink, the contrast of both her inner and outer lips making my mouth water.

It made it easier to see when something I did sexually excited her, and then there was the icing on top. That ripe, juicy cherry that greeted me and made sucking on it so addictive. I licked my fingers, wetting them before drawing light, lazy circles around her sweet little clit, softly she moaned, her once hooded eyes widening as she locked eyes with mine.

“Mmm… you like that, baby? I asked, my fingers soaking wet of her juices.

“Mmmhmm,” she said, her legs spreading wider for me.

“Can you take your shirt off for me? I want to see you play with your pretty tits.” Following my instruction, she unbuttoned more of the buttons before relaxing back and giving into the subtle pleasure. I leaned up to help her out of it, in awe of her soft brown stomach and full perky tits. Returning my fingers to her pussy, I played in her slickness, enjoying just how much this made her feel.

“Your slick little slit is getting so wet for me. I love to watch that pussy get wet before my eyes. Such a fucking lovely thing to see. Play with your tits, baby. Get those nipples hard while I work your sweet little pussy.”

Every time I saw her tits, I just wanted to suck on them, play with them, have my way with her nipples until she begged me to stop. Hers were a wonder, and I adored the way her dark peaks became hard, like two little chocolate sweets. She took her heavy globes in her hand, her dark nipples between her fingertips as she watched me.

She was becoming more comfortable with touching herself, even if she preferred when I took the lead. If my hand could be everywhere, I promise they fucking would be but for now my main focus was her pussy and everything about her sweet taste left me ravenous. I started with a round of light licks along the length of her. Up and down, I devoured every trace of her arousal on my greedy tongue. I loved eating her pussy, all sweet and ripe, and pretty and wet. The way she whimpered my name as I circled her swollen clit unlocked all sorts of superpowers, starting with all the unique ways that satisfied her. I looked up to see her eyes on me, a contrast to how shy she was in the beginning.

“Mmm…look at my pretty girl. Last time she was so shy. Now she likes to watch while I taste her pussy.” She bit her lip, a soft moan squeezing past her lips as I alternated between licking and caressing. “You like the way it looks when I tongue fuck your little pussy, don't you?” This time, a sharp gasp left her lips, her tummy caving in as she spread her legs wider.

“Yes baby,” she cried, the lust filled look in her eye driving me all the way mental.

“Good, because you look so sexy when you watch me lick your cunt. You can't help but to be a fucking whore.”

“Oh my god,” she whimpered, looking away for just a second.

“Are you a fucking whore, Queenie?”

“No,” she moaned.

“Mmm… Then what are you, baby?” Fighting to get the words out, a smile formed on my face at her next declaration.

“I'm your fucking whore.”

“Such a good girl. Mmm…my good girl. All fucking mine.” I licked her like a poor man learning the meal in front of him would be his last. The way her wet little pussy gushed in my mouth as her arrival grew near, had me wanting to take my cock out fill her with every last inch of me.

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