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Oh, this is just the start.
I’m consumed with the need to, well, consume her. My tongue alternates between broad sweeping strokes to tight circles around her clit before I suck it into my mouth. She lets out a strangled cry as she finally starts shifting her hips to ride my face.
I use the hold I have on her hips to encourage her movement.
“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!” She chants, her voice growing progressively more strained with each word.
She shifts her hips and I start fucking my tongue up into her pussy, tasting her delicious sweet and tangy slick directly from the source. My nose presses into her clit and she starts riding my face in earnest now.
Air is optional.
Fuck breathing.
Especially when I’m practically breathing her in. All of her. Her desire, her pleasure, her need.
Her legs tremble around my head and her moans turn into strangled cries as she braces herself on my headboard, her hair falling in a curtain around her face as she rests her forehead on her arms.
“I’m—I’m gonna—I’m gonna?—”
I grip her hips even harder. I can feel the way the muscles in her legs start to lock up, but I can also sense that she’s fighting it.
If I could talk right now, I’d tell her not to fight it. To let herself let go.
But I can’t, so I focus on telling her that with my body.
I keep everything consistent, letting her build up to her climax herself.
Then, her muscles lock. Her legs squeeze around me. She throws her head back.
And she comes. All over my face.
Her chest heaves as her legs tremble with little aftershocks. I continue laying wet kisses along her pussy, easing her through her orgasm.
“Holy shit," she breathes out, brushing some of her hair away from her face to smile down at me.
Her face is flushed, her eyes slightly glazed, and her petrichor scent is so thick in the air around us, it almost feels like breathing in a fog of her.
I take a mental picture, burning the sight of her smiling down at me, a light sheen of sweat making her sparkle in the sunlight, into my brain.
I take a second to catch my breath before grinning back up at her.
“You thought that was it?”
Her eyes go wide, which only makes me grin even harder.
“Oh, sweetheart, I’ve only gotten started.”
CHAPTER 34
Reyna
Icollapse backward onto Stone, my legs akimbo by his head. I can feel the hardness of his cock through his boxer briefs against my back.
Stone lets out a soft chuckle after a strained huff of air.
“That—that was crazy,” I pant out.
“Glad you think so," he chuckles.
