Page 18 of Brassy Bigwig

She can’t speak, but she shakes her head, letting me know she hasn’t.

I run my finger along my tongue, my saliva thickening upon tasting her sweet musk. Then, I place my mouth on hers once again and press the tip of my tongue against her lips. She parts them slightly, enough for me to slip it inside of her mouth and give her a taste. A wide, sly smile spreads across my face when I hear the moan sound in the back of her throat.

When we get to the second floor, I take her by the hand again and lead her down the hallway to my suite. Before I enter the key into the lock, I turn and face her. Placing a hand on either side of her neck, my thumbs rub along her jawbones.

“This is your last chance to back out. Once we enter that room, I’m going to devour every last inch of your gorgeous body. I won’t be able to stop myself once I get started.”

“No,” she whispers and my heart skips a beat, thinking she’s changed her mind. “I’m not backing out now.”

Relief washes over me, and I flash her a grin as I slide the key card into the lock and open the door. The second it closes, I drop the key to the floor and fist the material of her dress with both hands. With not so much as an “I’m sorry,” I rip it in two and let it float to the floor at her feet. I’ve never seen someone more captivating than her.

“I théa mou einai akoma pio omorfi apo oti boursa pote na fadasto.” My goddess is even more beautiful than I could have ever imagined.

I’m hardly able to tear my eyes from her, but now that I am finally basking in the glory of her perfection, I can’t hold back any longer. I take advantage of her surprise and lift her from the floor, carrying her to the sofa. She barely gets her arms around my neck before I lay her down across the back of it and drop to my knees in front of her. Pulling her black lace thong to the side, I slide my nose and tongue through her silky, wet folds, inhaling the scent I’ve craved.

“Fuck, Genevieve…”

I remove my mouth from her just long enough to coat two of my fingers with my saliva. Then I lock my lips on her clit and indulge in the sound of the raspy moan that escapes her slender throat. The sound of her pleasure is something I will miss hearing when this night is over. Sucking on her gently, I insert my fingers inside and twist them around, curling them upward and making her pant with need.

“Oh, fuuuck…” she moans, arching her back off of the sofa.

I curl my free arm around her thigh, keeping her from falling as well as pulling away from me. I switch between sucking and flicking her clit, all while continuing to massage her from the inside.

“Trey… oh god, Trey… I’m gonna come…”

Ready to taste more of her, I suck harder and massage faster, removing my lips only so I can command her to come.

“Come, Genevieve. Come for me, baby.”

The second my lips latch onto her clit again, she comes undone. I never would have taken her for a screamer, but then again, I wouldn’t have ever pictured her in a dress like the one she had on, either. She’s a different girl tonight than she has been the rest of the week, and I am not sure which version of her I like more.

Feeling the warmth trickle from her pussy and down my chin has me ready to come myself. I remove my fingers from her and lick them clean before working my belt open and unbuttoning my pants, lapping up her dripping juices as I go.

When I stand, I take off my shoes before placing myself between her legs. Then I look down at her as her hands cover her face.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes,” Her answer muffled beneath her hands.

“What’s wrong?” I force her hands away from her face so I can see and hear her clearly.

“Nothing,” she pants, almost unable to get the word out, “I’ve just never done that before.”

I can’t stop the smile spreading over my face.

“You’ve never had someone go down on you?”

“No, not that part… the other part…”

“You’ve never come before?”

This time she nods her head instead of speaking.

“Well, I hope you liked it, because I plan on making you come at least nine more times tonight.”

When her eyes go wide, I pull her into a sitting position with her legs hanging free. Grabbing her cheeks, I gently place my lips on hers. Again, she moans when she tastes herself on me. Taking hold of her bottom lip with my teeth, I give it a soft tug as my hands begin to roam her body once more.

She surprises me when I feel her hand tracing a path along my side, dipping into my open pants and flirting with the elastic band of my boxer briefs. I open my eyes briefly and watch her without her knowing. I can’t get over how utterly exquisite she is. My chest grows tight thinking about leaving and never being able to see her again. Tomorrow morning, over breakfast, I think I’ll tell her who I really am. Maybe we can keep in touch and I can resume my trips to New York, here and there, to see her. Hell, I’ve been looking for a good reason to leave Hermosa Beach and start over fresh. Maybe she’ll be the final push I need to do it.

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