Page 58 of Playing With My Heart Strings

“Dusty, please,” she gasps.

I remove my hand from her underwear instead of giving her what she wants, but only to hook my fingers in the elastic to bring them down her legs, baring her to me.

I take a moment to admire her. I thought her body was perfect before, but that word doesn’t seem good enough to describe her now. She’s absolutely ethereal, fully naked and exposed to me. Her curves fit perfectly in my hands, and I’m desperate for a taste of her.

“My turn to kneel for you, darlin’,” I murmur as I lower myself to the ground and rest her legs on my shoulders, pulling her to my face.

I run a finger through her slit, teasing her and spreading her wetness before circling her clit. Then I latch my mouth onto her, devouring her like she’s my last meal. My tongue laps at her center, and she throws her head back in response.

My mouth never leaves her body as my fingers work in tandem with my tongue. And when she practically screams my name, panting that she’s coming, I drink up every sweet drop.

“I need you inside me, Dusty,” she begs, as though the orgasm I just gave her isn’t enough.

Unfortunately, it’s at this moment I realize I don’t have a condom. “I-I don’t have any protection.” I swore I’d put one in my pocket, but I must have forgotten in my urgency to get to her.

She huffs out a breath, and disappointment settles in my stomach. But I’m not done with her.

“Sit up,” I say, as I climb on the bed and lie on my back.

“What are you doing?” she asks.

“Come here.” I pat my chest. “Ride my face. Take what you need.”

“Oh, God,” she moans. But she does what I asked, settling herself over my face.

My hands grab her hips, and I yank her down, pulling her weight onto me. Then I lick and suck, dragging orgasm after orgasm out of her.

After two more, Baylor pushes away from my face, her legs trembling around me. “I can’t.”

“Yes, you can. Give me one more.” I dig my hands into her hips, and this time when she sits, I fuck her with my tongue as she soaks my face, calling out my name as the last wave crashes into her.

When she comes down from her high, she collapses next to me, her chest rising and falling at a rapid pace. Her cheeks are painted red with a flush, and I know I’ve done my job.

“Let me…help you,” she pants.

“Darlin’, that was enough for me. Making you come was my goal tonight.” It’s a half-truth. My goal was to feel how tight she would be around me, but tonight has given me enough to get myself off later when I’m alone. I can still taste her in mymustache, and it’s enough to keep this night replaying in my mind until the next time I see her.

Baylor rolls over so her head rests on my chest and her leg drapes over my body. I wrap my arm around her shoulder and brush my hand up on and down her arm.

She looks up at me with an expression that I can’t quite read. Uncertainty?

“What’s up?”

Her eyebrows pinch together as she softly shakes her head. “Nothing.”

I’m not sure it’s nothing, but I let it go as she lowers her head again. We lie there for a while, tangled up in each other, until soft snores next to me tell me she’s fallen asleep, so I carefully pull the sheets over her and turn out the light before redressing and sneaking out her door.

Hopefully no one noticed my absence, but I honestly don’t care if they did. Even if they chain me up, nothing is going to keep me away from Baylor.

I’m in it too deep at this point. All I want is her.

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Bed Chem

Soft sheets,cool against my bare skin, greet me when I wake up.

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