Page 45 of Revival

But first, I have other areas to attend to.

I’m a patient man.

And she did give me all week, which I intend to fully use.

I press a soft kiss to her inner thigh, filling my lungs with her heady scent. She’s already wet, glistening actually, and I’m eager to taste her.

“Feel free to make as much noise as you want. I want the people on the beach to hear you.”

Starting near her entrance, I flatten my tongue and drag it languidly up and over her clit. “I want the men to be jealous of the guy making you scream.” I groan against her as I do it again. “I want the women to wish they were you.”

A tiny squeak falls from her mouth, and she grabs her breast.

“You can be louder than that, Kitten.”

I snag her clit between my lips and gently caress it with my tongue. Teasing her pleasure. Testing her sensitivity.

No longer a fumbling teenager, I’m determined to make good on my promises. And step one is not going all in on her clit until I can establish what feels good to her.

Steadily increasing my pressure gives me my answer. A firm flick with my tongue has her hips bucking against my mouth. I repeat the motion, groaning against her as she loudly cries out.

She’s soaking, and her tight channel grips my finger as I plunge my middle digit into her. Her silky heat is going to feel fantastic wrapped around my cock.

Redoubling my focus, I lash at her clit and fuck her with my finger. I want to bring her off at least once before I fuck her.

“Oh god,” she cries, tipping her head back on the pillows.

I nip at her thigh. “He’s not listening, sweetheart. Feel free to scream my name instead.”

I lap at her like a man possessed. That sweet, salty nectar drenches her from the crack of her ass and smears across her inner thighs. Her smell is so heavenly I could spend hours feasting.

One finger becomes two. My wrist twists, fingers curling in a beckoning motion. Her cries increase, music to my ears in my own personal symphony of pleasure. My cock is hard in my shorts, and I fight against rutting against the mattress like an uncontrolled teenager.

The taste of her alone could nearly bring me off. Throw in her breathless, needy cries and the intoxicating scent, and I don’t know if I can hang on much longer.

“Spencer,” she gasps my name.

I look up at her over the dips and hills of her torso. The beautiful curves of her pubic bone just before what I assume to be a faded C-section scar, the valley of her belly button, and between the mounds of tits sitting high on her chest. I meet her gaze as I languidly drag my tongue up and around her swollen clit.

“Yeah, baby?”

“Make me come.”

I lash my tongue against her. “You’re ready to come?”

“Please.” She’s desperate now. Reaching down, she grips my hair and pulls me closer to her cunt. My dick pulses against the mattress as she grinds against my face. “Don’t stop.”

Feeling her hand direct my head has another warning pulse twitching my cock.

“Does it feel good?” I ask between licking.

“It’s so good.”

“You like the way I’m eating you?”

Her thighs tighten and shake around my ears. “Yes!”

“Is this gorgeous pussy ready for my cock?” I pump and curl my fingers, slowly picking up speed. “I’m going to fill you so good. You’re going to be so tight around me. So full.”

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