Page 30 of Little Paper Games
I sucked her clit into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue just as I’d promised. She bucked against me, and, holy hell, did she taste good. I didn’t realize how much I’d missed tasting a woman.
“Jude!” she groaned. I felt her hands near her thighs, moving over her skin and instantly wanted them in my hair. She must have read my mind, threading her fingers through my short hair only a moment later.
My tongue devoured her. Her moans got louder. Her back arched deeper. Her pussy throbbed under my tongue as I sought out every drop of that musky sweetness. It wasn’t enough.
“Move with me,” I commanded as I dove back in, grasping her by the hips. I rolled over onto my back, bringing her with me until she was kneeling over my face.
“What do I—” she stammered.
“Move. With. Me.” I pulled her down into my face until she relaxed. My tongue found her dripping pussy, lapping up every bit that I could and groaning at the taste. The way she arched and moaned loudly drove me wild. The vibrations from my own sounds only drove her higher.
I opened my eyes as she finally let go and writhed above me. Her hands moved over her body, tugging at her nipples, and trailing down every bump of her ribcage until she made her way to her thighs. The way she dug her nails in when I sucked her clit into my mouth again made me want to push her even further. To spank her. To take her. To claim her.
Fuck!
“Jude! Oh God!” she cried out above me, her hips rocking into my mouth without caution now. I could feel her thighs vibrating around my head as she tightened further. I took in great gasps of air when I could, but honestly, she could smother me to death at this point and I’d be happy to go. She tasted like heaven and sin combined and I needed more. I needed her to cum and drench my face.
My hands moved up her sides, pulling her down harder as my tongue flicked and my mouth sucked on her clit. I could feel her wetness coating my chin and reveled in it. I needed more.
“Jude! Jude, please!” she cried above me. My hands found her hips and helped her to rock back and forth, even in circles over my face. Whatever she needed to find her climax, I would provide. Anything.
My fingertips dug into her skin, needing her more by the second. I could feel the pre-cum drip down my cock. I wanted to be buried inside her. Her moans, her gasps, her needy little whimpers, and sighs were my complete undoing. I swear, I could cum from listening to her alone. No touch needed.
I kicked it up a notch, letting my tongue move a little softer, as I began to hum. The vibration flitted over her clit, and she gasped, her back going ramrod straight and her thighs trembling.
Perfection.
“Oh God!” she cried. There it was.
My humming intensified just one single notch and she gasped in shuddering breaths.
“God! Jude! God! Yes!” Her whole body went tense as she exploded above me. Her scream of ecstasy echoed around the room. I didn’t stop. Not for air. Not for my own pleasure. Not for anything. The exact tempo. The exact pressure. The exact vibration.
Her fingers gripped my hair, pulling tight as she just barely rocked, and her body shuddered in climax. Not once, not twice, but three times. Or perhaps it was all one long orgasm that crested repeatedly. I didn’t know. I didn’t care. I just needed her to make that sound as often and as loudly as possible.
She lifted up from me and I gasped in a long overdue breath. My cheeks hurt with how hard I was smiling.
“Hell, Red. That was perfection.” I didn’t let her move far, keeping hold of her hips and simply moving out from under her with a few awkward moves. I doubted she noticed honestly. When I helped lay her back on the bed once more, her eyes looked dazed and confused.
“Doin’ alright, there, Red?” I chuckled. Her eyes found mine at that.
“Don’t call me Red,” she whispered with still labored breath. The smile on her face belied any venom she may have otherwise used in that moment.
I moved over her, kissing her collarbone and down her body again.
“Again?” she exclaimed; her eyes wide.
“This time I want to fuck you, Kenna,” I whispered, my eyes locked on hers. Her mouth closed and her eyes stayed wide but locked on mine.
I waited, needing to know she was just as needy for this as I was. After a breath of silence, she nodded. That wasn’t good enough.
“Tell me what you want,” I whispered as I kissed over her skin. “Anything at all. Or nothing at all. Just tell me what you desire, Kenna.”
My voice rumbled lowly. I took in every little mewling sound she made as my lips moved over her.
“I want your fingers,” she finally moaned. My fingers moved down, sliding through her drenched folds, my fingers dancing over her sensitive clit.
“Tell me more,” I urged.
