Page 51 of Bad At Love

With every kiss, he told her in half-swallowed words how much he adored her. When he dragged his mouth against the fold where her hip met thigh, she writhed on the sheets. He arranged himself between her thighs like a devotee kneeling at the altar of some forgotten goddess.

Pulling her knee open, he kissed her inner thigh, where her skin was darker, and the musky scent of her stronger. He breathed in deep and long. Smiling, he pulled the bow off her panties and threw it aside. They were sheer, giving him a delectable view of her pussy lips.

Her eyelids fluttered as he rolled the fabric down and played with the strip of hair at the top.

Sleep mussed brown eyes met his. Her fingers sank into his hair. “You like your gift?”

“Can’t talk right now, sweetheart,” he said, letting her flesh absorb the vibrations from his words. Bending down, he notched his nose at the strip and skimmed down, until her clit popped from under the hood. His cock turned rock-hard in his boxers, attempting to shove through the thin fabric as if it had a life of its own.

Chaaru’s spine arced off the bed, tits thrusting up, hands bunching the sheets.

Opening her nether lips, he nosed down to her slit and licked the moisture gathering there. She was ambrosia on his tongue. Licking and laving, he fucked her with his tongue.

A rough tug at his hair made him look up. Holding his gaze, she unhooked the bra and threw it aside. She cupped her breasts, pinching the nipples between her fingers. His mouth watered, but he refused to stop. He licked a long line from slit to clit, making a humming noise in his throat.

“Oh fuck,” she whispered in that half-sleepy, half-husky voice that slithered down his spine like an ice cube.

He laughed, and she writhed again. A pink-toed foot came to rest on his shoulder. Distracted, he kissed the arch and then her ankle. He nipped at her inner thigh, not gently, and a hiss escaped her lips.

Then, he put the clit buzzer on his forefinger and pushed it down against the proud bundle of flesh. A keening moan erupted from her mouth, the erotic sound twisting him up. Then, keeping his finger on the spot, he fucked her with his tongue.

Her thighs clamped his head like a vise, and she came with a soft, serrated scream.

“I think I almost blacked out,” she said, dislodging his head from between her thighs.

DP wiped his lips and chin and pressed a kiss to her belly. Every inch of her glistened with dewy sweat. “I’ll never get over how good you taste,” he said, kneading her hip with a tenderness that overtook him in these moments with her.

A streak of dark red claimed her cheeks, and he laughed. Kissing his way up, he forced her to lie back down. When he reached her breasts, he cupped them and gave her nipples a tight, hard pinch.

She bucked off the bed. “God, you do that perfectly, DP. How?”

“What kind of lover would I be if I didn’t give it to you exactly that way?” he said, licking a circle around one jutting nipple.

She moaned and pushed herself against his mouth. He rubbed his bristle against the nipple and when she began pleading and cursing and begging, he closed his mouth over it. Suckling hard, he pressed his tongue against it. Her hands came to his hair, and she pulled him to her other breast, and he laughed.

“Inside me, DP. I’ve waited so long...”

“Grab the condoms from the drawer,” he said, his entire body aching.

“I…” Chaaru said, her eyes wide in her flushed face.

“Nothing is wrong between us, baby,” he said, sinking close and taking her mouth in a soft kiss. She tasted like mint and sleep and velvet dreams. When he stroked his tongue against hers, she moaned, her fingers digging into his shoulders. “Tell me, Char.”

“I get tested regularly. I have the report in my email if you want to see.”

He frowned. “Same here. Although it’s been a few months. But I haven’t been with anyone since.”

“I trust you. Do you trust me?” she said, rubbing her cheek against his.

“Of course I do,” he said, not getting her point.

“I have been on the pill too for a couple of years. Ever since I became sexually active again. I know you’ve had a vasectomy years ago, right?”

His brow cleared, but he only said, “Yes?” He wanted to hear her say it, needed her to claim this.

Her gaze searched his, her nostrils flaring. “Fuck me bare please. It’s all I’ve been thinking of for days now. I want to feel you so deep inside me that I never forget how it feels.”

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