Page 17 of Carnal Desire

Sliding my hands to her shoulders, I pulled Sadie close and lowered my head. I paused an inch or two away from her mouth, giving her the chance to say no, and when she didn’t, my lips crashed against hers in a hard and claiming kiss.

I bit her lower lip, demanding entrance into her mouth, and when she gasped I shoved my tongue inside, dominating her and exploring her mouth. Sadie didn’t seem to mind though. She moaned deep in her throat and wrapped her arms around my waist, hands stroking up and down my back.

Walking her backwards, I turned us until the back of her knees hit the couch, and then I gave her a gentle shove. She fell onto the cushion, looking startled like maybe she didn’t know how she’d gotten there, but I didn’t give her any time to think.

Instead I shoved her legs wide and dropped to my knees, then took her face between my hands and pulled her forward for another long, passionate kiss.

I loved this. I loved kissing her. I loved hearing the little noises she made as she got excited. I loved knowing that I was affecting her as much as she affected me. And she affected me all right. My heart was racing, and my breath was coming in sharp little bursts like I’d just sprinted for a mile.

I dropped my hand down to cup her breasts, squeezing them through the fabric of her shirt. They were just a little more than a handful, perfectly sized. Sadie arched her back, pushing her breasts into my hands, demanding more. I squeezed and teased her until her nipples were hard points against my palms and Sadie was gasping for breath against my mouth.

But it wasn’t enough. I wanted more. I wanted to claim her.

I unzipped her shorts and tugged them down her hips, taking her panties with them.

“Lift!” I ordered, giving her side a little pinch.

She gasped at the bite of pain but lifted immediately, allowing me to relieve her of her shorts. When she was bare to me, I leaned forward, studying her cunt like it was a math puzzle. She had a tangle of golden hair at her apex, the folds below pink and glistening.

I needed a taste, so I lowered my head and licked my way up her channel.

Sadie made a keening sound, and her legs fell open even wider as I started licking her up and down gently, then gradually addingpressure. She tasted sweet, with an essence that was uniquely Sadie. I couldn’t get enough.

“Tell me if something doesn’t feel good,” I instructed when I came up for a breath.

Sadie gave me a shaking laugh. “Oh my God, believe me, everything feels good.”

“I’m going to make you come on my mouth,” I said, my tone deliberately conversational. “You’re going to be a good girl and let yourself go, all right? Get out of your head and let me take care of you.”

She nodded, her eyes round in her pale face as she stared down at me.

And then I started licking her in earnest, stopping to tap her clitoris at the top, stabbing at her entrance with the tip of my tongue on the bottom. Sadie was panting now, rolling her hips to meet me, and when she grabbed my hair to direct me to her clit, I knew she was close.

I slid a finger deep inside her and started pumping in and out while I concentrated the movements of my tongue on the swollen bud of her clit.

“I’m… I’m close,” she gasped.

I lifted my head while I continued pumping in and out of her with a finger.

“Do you want to come, Sadie?”

“Yes,” she sobbed.

“Ask for permission,” I said in my sternest voice.

“Wh—what?”

I stopped with my finger inside her. “Ask me for permission to come.”

She gave me a wild eyed look, and I casually started tapping against her clit with my thumb. When she didn’t say anything, I leaned forward and bit the soft skin of her inner thigh, hard enough to leave a little mark.

“Fuck!” she cried. “Please, may I come? I need to come.”

“Since you asked so nicely,” I said, stopping to give her slit one long, slow lick before looking up at her again. “You can come, baby. Come hard for me.”

And when I sucked her clit into my mouth and pressed against her G spot with my finger, she did exactly that.

Sadie bucked against my face, tearing my hair out with her fingers while she rode the waves of her orgasm. She was still shaking when she leaned back against the couch cushions.

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