Page 25 of Dance of Madness

Her hips shift, a soft sound escapes her throat, and it’s my undoing.

I hook my fingers into the waistband of her panties and slowly, silently, pull them down. Her legs twitch when the lace slides over her thighs, but she doesn’t wake.

I palm the scrap of lace and slide it into my coat pocket.

She won’t be needing that.

Slowly, I swing her hips around, moving them toward the edge of the bed until her long, lean dancer’s legs drape over myshoulders. She shifts in her sleep, and I pause long enough to let her sink back into dreamland.

My eyes drag up her inner thighs to home in on her glistening pink lips.

Fuck me, she’s got a pretty pussy.

A billboard in Times Square-worthy pussy. The Cindy fucking Crawford of pussies.

It's mine now.

The peachy scent of her invades my senses as I lean closer, making my mouth water and my dick ache in my jeans.

I allow myself to wallow in delayed gratification just a few seconds more, my mouth hovering an inch above her glistening lips and swollen clit, my breath teasing over her skin as her hips roll in her sleep.

Then there’s no stopping me.

I drag my tongue over her slowly, tasting every inch as it glides between her lips: one long, deliberate lick from bottom to top.

Fuck.

Me.

She tastes like Heaven and Hell. Like sin and desire. Peaches and fucking cream. And it only takes about half a second before I realize I may already be fucking addicted to her sweet cunt.

I growl quietly and do it again, dragging my tongue up her velvety soft lips, letting the tip of it swirl over her throbbing clit.

Milena shifts in her sleep, and a low, desperate whimper tumbles from her lips.

Don’t worry, princess. I’m nowhere near finished.

I grip her thighs and delve deeper, tongue flicking, curling, stroking, pushing into her. Her arousal coats my mouth and drips down my chin as I eagerly devour her.

Her breath catches.

Her hips roll.

Her thighs tremble as she moans quietly, her fingers tightening their grip on the sheets.

I groan against her clit, sucking softly, teasing it with the flat of my tongue as I pull it between my lips.

I have a sudden, desperate need to make her come. To taste her as she floods my tongue. She’s getting close. I can tell by the way her legs start to tense and her breath is shuddering in her chest.

I circle her clit with the tip of my tongue again. And again. Pressing harder, pushing her to the brink as her face caves and pleasure tears from her throat.

Suddenly, her whole body arches. She gasps so loudly that for a second I think she’s woken up. Her thighs clamp around my ears, and when she moans, I can feel her flooding my tongue and chin with her cum.

Her orgasm rolls through her in a silent wave. No screams or cries, just a trembling exhale, a twitch of her hips, and the peachy sweetness of her pussy coating my mouth as I swallow every drop.

I stay there for a beat, savoring the way she pulses against my mouth as I keep licking her. I tease her clit once more with the tip of my tongue, relishing the way she squirms and whimpers in her sleep.

I don’t want to wake her. Notthistime.

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