Page 15 of Architecti
She guides me back to her pussy.Her clit is swollen against my tongue.She rocks her hips into me over and over as I lick and swipe and flick my tongue against her apex.
Her hips buck faster and faster until she’s jerking and erratic, and then she stills, a gasp drifting on the air around us.
She releases my hair, using her thumb to pull my lower lip down and stroke the tip of my tongue.
“Such a good little slut.”
I practically vibrate out of my skin.
She fastens her trousers back up and offers me her hand to help me stand.Then her lips are on me.They’re soft and full and so very fucking hungry.
Her kiss is bruising and exquisite.She grips me with the perfect amount of pressure that tells me she owns me in this moment.I haven’t had sex like this in so long it makes me ache for the loss of when it’s over.
She runs her palms under my thighs and taps, indicating for me to jump up.I do, and cross my legs around her waist.My hair falls, covering our desperate kisses.
She tastes like booze and mint and longing.I can’t get enough of her.I devour everything she gives me, wrapping my hand around her neck and whimpering as she breaks off to nibble my skin.
She steps forward, carrying us towards the fence.I remember too late.
“Wa—” I start.
But we lurch forward and then tumble and roll, crashing to a muddy stop.I thunk down on top of her.
There’s a beat.Two.
Did I kill her?That would be awkward.
She groans, wriggles and then flicks my hair off her face, takes one look at me sat on her chest and bursts out laughing.
I follow.Tears leak down my cheeks when I can’t control the hysterics.“I guess this is an omen,” I pant through the laughter.
She nods.“Well, we did say this was one night only.Landing in a grave while fucking kind of foreshadows it all.”
I laugh.“That’s dark, who hurt you?”
A flicker washes through her expression.Oh, she was hurt?I open my mouth to ask more sensitively, but she grabs me by the hips and flips me onto my back, attacking my trousers and yanking them and my underwear off.
“We’re doing this in a grave?”I ask.
“Do you want an orgasm or not?”
I shut my mouth.
The pit isn’t long enough for me to be on my back with her between my legs, so she swings underneath me and shuffles me up her body until she can lower me onto her mouth.
Her tongue slips between my folds, parting me as she laps up my excitement.
She moans into my cunt, rocking and tilting my hips as I slowly grind onto her face.
A sick thought washes through my head that I could sink lower, suffocate her and she’s in a ready-made forever bed.But then I’d lose out on what is building to be an intense orgasm.
Her tongue flicks faster and faster.She uses her lips and flattens her tongue then makes it soft and light and it all drives me fucking wild.
My head tips back.She releases her hold on one hip and lands a smack on my arse as I rock harder and harder on her mouth.
My pussy tightens, my clit swollen and throbbing.Everything clenches and then releases.Electric pulses surge through my body as I twitch and rock, seeking out those final aftershocks of pleasure.
After my day, I needed this.And she has the perfect tongue.Perfect enough that I am gutted it’s a one-off.
