Page 54 of Home Town Advantage
I slide one finger inside her as I increase my suction over her nipple. Her body contracts around my finger. Pulses.
I need to taste her. Unable to wait a second longer, my lips drag down her gorgeous body. I lick, nibble, and inhale her along the way. I want to explore every inch of this perfect creature and worship her for hours.
With one set of fingers now holding her panties to the side and the other hand with two fingers now pushing into her, my tongue sweeps through her for the first time.
She lets out the loudest moan, filling the small cabin. It’s almost feral. It’s music to my ears.
The combination of her noises, her hair pulling, and me tasting her for the first time practically has my eyes rolling to the back of my head.
My tongue works in circles over her little, perfect bundle. Iexplore her and quickly learn the spots that make her moan and those that make her body contract. Her juices are covering my scruff. She’s so damn responsive. It’s sexy, and I’m confident I’ve never been this turned on by a woman in my life. I’m thrusting my hips on the blanket-covered floor below me just to get a little friction on my aching cock, though it’s not quite the friction I need.
Her back arches and she yells out, “Oh god, Vance. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
Stop? I would happily spend every minute of my life doing this.
Her sounds grow louder and louder. If there were another house within a mile, I think they’d hear us. Sulley is a screamer. So fucking hot.
I can tell she’s getting close. I usually like to talk a woman through it, but part of me is afraid she’s in a trance right now, and if I talk, it will wake her. But she did yell my name earlier. At least she knows it’s me.
I add another finger inside her, stretching her to the max. It only serves to make her moans increase in volume. Her hips elevate. She’s teetering on the edge. I just need to push her over.
I lift my head slightly and mumble into her. “Come for me. Let my tongue make this pretty pussy purr.”
As soon as I rewrap my lips around her clit, her body begins to tremble at a level I know is completely out of her control. She yells out before coming in a rush on my tongue and all over my fingers and face, soaking me in the best way possible.
I keep my movements going until I’m sure I’ve pulled every last drop out of her.
I feel like I might die if I don’t get my dick inside her in the next minute. After tearing her panties down and off her legs, I release my cock from the confines of my boxer briefs.
Bringing my lips back up her body, my mouth finds hersagain. She’s still whimpering from her post-orgasmic state, but she kisses me right back. In fact, she licks around my face and sucks on my lips. I guess she likes her taste nearly as much as I do.
My cock runs through her wetness, and she convulses again. She’s still sensitive from her orgasm seconds ago.
She should have the chance to see my cock before I enter her. I’m big. Very big. Most women are a little frightened the first time, and I’ve found that allowing them to set the pace, at least at the beginning, is helpful.
I roll us until she’s on top. Our lips remain sealed together while her hips gyrate over my cock with her pussy enveloping it in wet warmth.
She swivels so that my tip nears her entrance. We’re almost there. I’m leaking with anticipation. Dear god, please let me sink inside this woman. I’ll never ask for anything else again.
She breaks the kiss and sits up on me. She’s naked except for her bra pulled down below her tits. Her hair is messy and wild. Her cheeks are flushed.
I run my hands up her body as I cup her breasts. This is how we were in her bedroom all those years ago. The same thought floats through my mind as it did then. “I’ve never seen anything so beautiful in my life.”
She smiles dreamily but then begins to look around at our surroundings. I see the moment something changes in her eyes. It goes from lust to regret in the blink of an eye. Tears fill her eyes.
She practically leaps off me, falls to the ground, and cradles her knees to her chest, wrapping her arms around them. She starts rocking back and forth. “Oh my god. What have I done?”
I sit up and place my hand on her back. She immediately flinches and yells out, “Don’t touch me!”
I pull my hand away. “What’s wrong?”
Tears begin flowing from her eyes as she rocks back and forth. “What’s wrong?” she shouts. “What’s wrong is that I’m making out with the man who stabbed my brother in the back in the house my brother built. I’ve just betrayed him on the grandest level. I’m a horrible person. A horrible sister. Oh my god.”
She keeps repeatingoh my godover and over again while rocking and crying.
I’m at a loss. I don’t know what to do for her.
After pulling up my boxer briefs and throwing on a T-shirt, I grab one of the blankets and wrap it around her. I kiss her temple and whisper, “I’m sorry.”
