Page 47 of My Turn Petal
He cups my breasts and as he puts my nipple in his mouth; my body relaxes, my clit tingles, and flames raging in my core.
“Oh, yes…” I whisper to the air.
Sucking my nipples one by one, he wakes my desire once more.
Moving downward, his tongue moves along my belly, all the way to my naval, and stops underneath it.
His tongue draws repetitive lines on my lower belly. With every bit of friction between us, his mouth writes a novel on my skin.
“That’s a good girl,” he drops to his knees, “Let me give you a reason to squeeze your thighs around my face.”
I beg, “Please.”
He sticks his tongue out and the moment it connects with my clit, he bobs his head and devours me whole.
Licking and teasing me repeatedly, the slurping sounds of my arousal echo as he sucks my clit in his mouth over and over again.
“Fuck.”
He does that thing that sends electricity to my veins and I melt under the burn of his touch.
“Oh my.”
My hips buck forward and my thighs close around his face. “AHH, you feel a-amazin-g.” I stammer.
He puts his hands on either side of my thighs, and like a feather, he tickles me with them as he continues to suck my clit, and probably, suck my soul out of there too.
I tear my fingers through his hair and tag at his black roots as my body shudders more and more as each moment ticks by.
“I’m going to c-come.”
Everything around me disappears, in my bubble, the orgasm ripples through me and washes me anew.
I ease my legs right as he kisses my vertical lips.
“I know you want my cum dripping out of your pussy too.” He licks my cum and drags his flattened tongue across my inner thigh as he watches the pleasure in my expression. “I will claim you every night right before you go to sleep.” He nips at my skin, sucking, rolling his tongue, and pepper kisses until a mark forms.
I moan in ecstasy, “Mmm.”
Slowly, he rises to his height between my thighs. “Now you’re not alone and I get to take care of you when it happens. And if it’ll happen a hundred more times, so be it. Until you tell me to stop and go away, I’ll be here.”
I take my sticky hands and wrap my limbs around him for an embrace.
I need this kind of acceptance. He sees me as the person behind this condition. His ability to read between the lines and move past this is astronomical. The men who I’ve been with gave me a hard time for everything. I give myself the brutal lecture every day and I don’t need someone else to do it for me too.
“Thank you for being here,” I whisper into his ear.
“Thank you for letting me.” He tightens our hug and releases the bun at the center of my head to relieve me of the pressure.
This feels so peaceful and easy.
“There’s a party at my friend’s house in a week. He likes to host parties and events. Do you want to come?” he pulls back just a tiny bit to capture my reaction. “There’s music, food, great company andme.“ He finishes with a sweet chuckle.
I pretend to mull the idea in my head, “Hmm, I would love to come mainly because of the food.”
A wicked smirk rises on both our faces.
“And maybe a little bit because of the music,” I add.
