Page 43 of The Last Kind of Kiss
“I don’t think I can tak?—”
“You can take it. You have in the past. More times than I can count.”
Lila’s always been sensitive. It doesn’t take her very long to come—which is a blessing and a curse—and I can only imagine how heightened everything feels after taking that aphrodisiac. My dick jerks in response, slathering the inside of my swimsuit with pre-cum, and I have to clench my stomach or else this whole thing will be over before it even starts.
She’s less reluctant this time as she slides her bikini bottom off and positions herself over my face, showing me those swollen, glistening lips that I got a sneak peek of when the chocolate catastrophe first struck. The fact that she’s completely bare and shaven has me salivating like I haven’t eaten in days, and I’m halfway to begging her for a taste before she finally lowers herself.
I grab her ass—mainly to ground me rather than her—and swipe my tongue through her soaked slit, testing the waters with a few laps that just barely start to stimulate her nerve endings. She squirms, her hands slapping loudly against the headboard, and I take that as an invitation to plunge inside her, swallowing a surplus of arousal at the same time my tongue begins to employ a circling motion.
“Bristol!” she cries, bearing down on me, incentivizing me to speed up my pace and sweep the expanse of her inner walls—which now clench upon every stroke. Even with my lack of breath, I pay special attention to every crevice I can, thanked by an emission of even more slick that inundates my taste buds. Fuck, she tastes so good. She shakes, which shakes me, and now we’re both shaking the bed with her cresting orgasm, probablyawakeningsome other bodies on this cramped, glorified boat.
“Shh, angel. Wouldn’t want the crew knowing how much you really like me, now would we? How fucking wet you are for me?”
She ignores me. “Too much,” she whines, grinding her cunt over my pursed lips, staggering slightly and smearing her liquid desire all over my lower face. “It feels so good, Bristol. I can’t…oh, God.”
My fingers delve into her ass cheeks, and I try my best to keep her in place when she’s a second away from breaking contact. I’m going to see this through, and if I embarrass myself and come in my pants while doing so, then so be it. This girl has a chokehold on me—literally and figuratively. Her thighs quake by my head, squeezing my temples like an overpowering headache, and she gives me an unneeded reprieve when she momentarily lifts herself off me. She’s panting for air, serenading me with the most desperate whimpers I’ve ever heard, and the image of her gorgeous pussy spread open before me sends me over the fucking edge.
“Fuck, Lils. You have no idea how much I’ve missed this. I’ve missed everything about your pretty pussy. Missed the way it clenched around me no matter how I fucked you. You’re so good to me. And you taste and smell like heaven. I could spend hours down here pleasuring you until you can’t walk, until you drench my face in multiple orgasms, until you scream my name loud enough for the entire crew to hear.”
“I forgot how amazing you were at this,” she moans, and maybe it’s the airy quality of her voice, but I can’t tell if that’s a complaint or a compliment.
She hasn’t sat all the way down yet, which I’m guessing is more because she’s exhausted and less because she wants to engage in playful banter while I eat her out. I drag the flat of my tongue over her puffy clit, and I feel her lower body shudder. “You want to know what else I’m amazing at?”
She barely utters a yes, too enraptured with the competing sensations slamming into her from every direction, bending that strong will of hers like a rod of metal. I can faintly feel her cunt squeeze, desperate to be full of my tongue again, desperate to paint my face with her cum.
“Fucking you,” I whisper against her apex, drilling back inside her with lick after unforgiving lick.
The loudest moan yet rumbles through the open-ended space, cluing in any still-awake passengers to the antics of our after-shoot rendezvous, and the fact that she’s so shamelessly loud makes a concentrated pulse ripple through my dick. I need to be inside her so badly it hurts.
I work her with my mouth and an added finger, angling the joint just right to flitter outside of her G-spot, and my tongue maps the tireless routes I’ve ventured before, compiling enough pressure until she’s given no choice but to erupt.
“Bristol, I—I can’t. I’m going to…” Her words get broken the moment she falls apart on top of me, coming so hard that a geyser hits my tongue and splatters over the surrounding area of my face. She douses me in her juices, almost drowns me—though I’m not complaining—and crumples against the headboard, the pressure from her legs relenting against my temples.
“That’s it, angel. You did so well.”
I swallow the last of her cum, gently move out from underneath her so I can face her, and I push a strand of sweaty hairout of her watery eyes. She’s curled in on herself, taking a minute to catch her breath as post-orgasm shivers run through her.
“You’re okay. Just breathe,” I whisper, brushing the backs of my knuckles over her cheek, noticing the tiny track marks in her foundation where tears must’ve rained down her face.
She looks down at the state of my swim trunks. “Did you…?”
As much as I want to fuck her, she’s tired, and I’m never going to make her do anything she doesn’t want to do. “Not yet, but I can take care of it in the shower.”
Those big, blue beauties of hers blink at me, as if she can’t understand why I wouldn’t jump at any opportunity to have sex. “But—” she starts.
“Lila, guys fuckingdreamabout the way you just rode my face. I don’t expect shit from you, okay? I didn’t expect any of this to happen tonight, but I’m glad it did, and if you still want to do something, that’s fine. If you just want to go to sleep, that’s fine. If you…”
“If I…what?”
“If you want me to hold you, then that’s fine too.”
And suddenly, my dick isn’t the priority anymore. My only priority is keeping this vulnerable side of her around for as long as I can, even if it reminds my heart of everything I’ve lost up until now. Even if it reminds my heart of the Lila-sized hole expanding in the crumbling mausoleum of my chest.
15
THE GREAT DICKENING
LILA
