Page 43 of Made for Wilde
She giggles, the sound light and sweet against the heaviness of my desire.
“It’s hot when you get all growly like that.”
Something primal and possessive roars to life inside me. In one swift move, I pin her arms above her head, my face inches from hers.
“Keep them there,” I command. “Don’t move.”
Her eyes widen, but she nods, excitement and trust clear in her gaze.
I release her wrists and trail my lips down her throat, across her collarbone, between her breasts. I take my time, tasting every inch of her skin, memorizing the sounds she makes when I find a sensitive spot. By the time I reach her stomach, she’s trembling beneath me, her hips lifting in silent plea.
“Here’s how this is going to go.” I settle between her thighs, my hands firm on her inner knees. “I’m going to lick this pretty pussy until you come on my tongue. And you’re going to let me do it. I need to get you nice and wet.”
Charlotte swallows hard.
“Can you do that, sweetheart?” I continue, my breath hot against her center. “Can you let this cunt get nice and slippery for me?”
She nods frantically, her legs falling open wider.
I dive in, licking a long, slow stripe from her entrance to her clit. The taste of her explodes on my tongue. She’s sweet and tangy and addictive. I groan against her flesh, the vibration making her gasp.
I take my time exploring her, learning what makes her moan and what makes her whimper. When I suck her clit between my lips, her hands fly to my hair, forgetting my command to keep them above her head. I let it slide, too lost in her pleasure to care.
As I work her with my mouth, my fingers drift lower, teasing her entrance. One finger slides in easily, her wetness welcoming me. I curl it forward, searching for that spot that will make her see stars.
My other hand moves almost of its own accord, my thumb brushing against her tight, puckered hole of her back entrance.
The contact is accidental at first, but when Charlotte lets out a deep, surprised moan, my cock throbs painfully against my zipper. I touch her there again, more deliberately this time, applying gentle pressure without pushing inside.
Her reaction is immediate. She moans louder this time and her hips buck against my face. But then she squirms and tries to pull away.
I lift my head, my beard glistening with her arousal.
“Don’t be shy, sweetheart. I’ll play with you however you want. Whatever makes you feel good, I’m game.”
She bites her lip, uncertainty and desire warring in her eyes.
“I’ve never—I’ve never thought about being touched there before.”
“We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with,” I assure her, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh. “But if you’re curious...”
I let the sentence hang, resuming my attention to her clit while my thumb continues its gentle circles.
Charlotte relaxes by degrees, surrendering to the pleasure.
When I feel her tension dissolve, I increase the pressure of my tongue, flicking it rapidly over her clit while curling my fingers inside her.
“That’s it, baby,” I murmur against her flesh. “Let go for me. Show me how good it feels.”
Charlotte’s thighs begin to tremble, and her breathing grows ragged. I double my efforts, determined to give her the release she deserves. When she finally comes, it’s with a cry that might be my name, her pussy clenching rhythmically around my fingers, her whole body shuddering.
It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I work her through it, gentling my touches as she comes down, placing soft kisses on her thighs, her stomach, her hipbones. When she finally stops trembling, I rise to my knees between her spread legs.
My cock is painfully hard as I stand to remove my jeans. When it springs free, Charlotte’s eyes go wide.
“You’re huge,” she whispers, a mixture of awe and apprehension in her voice.
