Page 202 of Swallow Your Sorries

I kiss her wetness softly, gently at first. “It’s just a kiss, Elle.”

It’s not just a kiss.

My nose bumps her clit and my tongue splits her folds. Fuck, she tastes good. Better than any other time, I’ve tasted her simply because I’m tasting her straight from the source.

I don’t know what’s better, tongue fucking her tight channel or sucking, licking, nibbling on her clit that’s now twice the size it was a second ago. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so erotic. Watching it grow, swell, and peek out from her folds, shiny and pink and hard and soft all at the same time. I swirl the bundle of nerves beneath my tongue and grip her thighs that are fighting to stay open while her fingers, nestled in my hair, try to pry me off.

“Gant,please. I-I can’t—”

“You can.”

She pushes harder, shaking her head. “It’s too much… please.”

There’s no chance in hell I’m letting her get off the summit. The only way off is to come crashing down and I can feel she’s about to free fall.

I sink my fingers into her fleshy ass and roll her over, ignoring the squeal she lets out.

From this angle, I can see the creases of those glorious heavy tits again. Of her gorgeous face that contorts in pleasure as I suck her clit harder.

“Please.”

I slap her ass. Once, twice, then three times until she collapses, letting go of the headboard and crumbling onto the pillows. It sinks her pussy tighter against my lips.

“Ride,” I mutter through the wetness, coaxing her to roll her hips faster and she does, until involuntary trembles wrack her and she can’t do anything but pulse around my tongue as I slip it back into her dripping pussy.

It’s only when the last aftershock passes do I let her get off me and the second she does I’m up on the pillows, forcing her to look up at me. Forcing her swollen lips to open, to take a mouthful of her own wetness I’d saved for just this moment.

She looks so sexy as she obediently swallows it. As she inevitably leans forward, desperate to be rewarded with more kisses that I give her.

She loves my kisses.

Such a good girl.

I pull her onto me, and lavish in the feel of her tits crushed between us. The feel of her wet pussy spreading and kissing my lower belly. Kissing the tip of my cock that I won’t put in because we’re on the same page. I won’t fuck her until I feel she’s accepted this.

It.

Me.

Us.

“Tell me what you’re thinking,” I say, between wet kisses. She’s so fucking pretty like this. Out of breath, a blush across her lightly freckled cheeks, her lips swollen, both her lips wet.

“That I hate how you look.”

I smile, feeling the corners of my eyes crinkle. “Why?”

“It’s not fair. You’re like a dream. One I don’t want to escape.”

“A dream you’ve had a thousand times before?”

She nods. “You look exactly how you appear in my dreams too. Wet hair, eyelids hooded, those impossibly dark eyes boring into me. Water droplets on your lips.”

“From your lips,” I say, rubbing her slit with feather-light touches.

“From my lips,” she agrees.

“Lick them off.”

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