Page 76 of Glamour and Grit

I immediately drop down and kiss her belly, moving past her navel. My hands knead her hips, then glide around and gently push her thighs apart. I drink in the sight of her, intoxicated and grateful for this amazing woman.

She arches her body upward as I run my tongue through the pink groove of her pussy. Selene’s fingers weave through my hair, smoothing it back, massaging my scalp.

“Oh my God,” she groans. “Oh my God, Dane.”

Stimulated by her taste, I lift my attention upward. Her clitoral mound quivers with need. Extending my tongue, I give the whole affair one long, firm lick. Her eyes squeeze shut, her fingers tighten their grip in my hair. The sounds she makes grow more primal, less controlled.

I push her along, using the tip of my tongue to stroke her throbbing clit. She twists beneath me, her cries a near constant symphony now. Using my fingers, I spread her pink blossom open wide and suck on her clitoris.

Her sweet flesh presses against my face, her scent and taste inundating my senses. Selene takes in one ragged breath after another, letting each out as screams of ever-increasing volume.

At last, she rears up, legs flexing as her bottom half comes completely off the mattress. I use my fingers to keep her going, riding the waves of pleasure until her sweating, straining body turns and writhes like a possessed creature.

The fitted sheet pops off, smacking me in the arm as her struggles finally subside. I use her thigh like a pillow and grin up at her face, framed by her quivering breasts.

“You taste so good, Selene,” I say softly.

She drags in a huge gasp of air and cums again, bucking so hard she dislodges my cheek from her thigh. Gradually her cries subside, and then she lets out a shaky laugh.

“Oh my God, are you trying to kill me? I lost count…”

“Three or four, at least,” I say.

“Are you trying to beat a personal record or something?”

“With you, maybe.”

“Well, I’m not going to discourage you.”

I rear up onto my knees and stretch my neck. She uses the opportunity to tease my cock with her foot.

“Weren’t you just begging for mercy a second ago?” I ask.

“Pfft,” she says, blowing air out in a razz. “I wasn’t begging for mercy. I asked if you were trying to kill me. I never said I wasn’t down with death by orgasm.”

I grab her ankle and toss it to the side, spreading her legs. She laughs as I kneel between her thighs and grip my hardening member.

“That’s the spirit,” she says.

I run the swollen head of my cock through the soft, sublime path of her glistening pussy. She bites her lower lip, lifting her hips in an effort to draw me in. But I’m not done teasing her yet. The more I play with her, the harder she’ll cum later.

All I want is to make her feel good. To make her happy. I’d do anything for her. Including making her squirm a little for her own good.

“Dane,” she cries, “I want you inside of me.”

I grit my teeth against the delightful sensation of her pussy lips enveloping my crown. I’m so close to blowing my wad already. I can’t even see straight. I have to hold on, though. It’s time to show her what SEAL discipline is all about.

“Iaminside of you,” I purr, slipping just the tip past the surface of her pussy.

Selene pouts up at me, trying to wriggle her hips and get more of me.

“No, not like that,” she gasps. “Deeper.”

“Deeper?”

I move in about another inch, and she makes a delighted squeal. When I stop again, she squirms in frustration.

“Dane, please,” she sputters. “Oh god, I fucking hate you.”

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