Page 12 of The One Bed Rule
Her moans are falling on top of each other and I know the feeling. Wanting to slow it down, not having this be our finish. I leave her tits in the lingerie and move down her body. Stopping right above where her panties are, I place a slow and soft kiss over the fabric.
I push the lace fabric from the hem, her legs and panties on display. Feeling her eyes on me, I tease, “I love that you like to look.” My mouth is dangerously close to her center. “And when you give me direction.” I blow lightly, her nerves receptive as her eyes almost roll back. “Claire, I’m going to eat this pussy. Is that okay?”
“Yes,” she whines.
“Anything you like?” I ask as I rub her upper thigh, skin way too fucking soft.
A look crosses her face and she lays back, no longer looking at me. “Ummm, I… I don’t know.” This time, she’s quiet, and I can barely hear her.
“Where’d you go, baby?”
She sighs long and slow. I refuse to break the silence so I sit, my mouth in front of her lace, and I know if I were to touch her, she’d be dripping. When time stretches, she covers her eyes and groans, “I don’t know why but I can never finish like this. There’s something wrong—”
“Shh,” I interrupt, not wanting her to even finish that sentence. “Do you make yourself come when you’re flying solo?” I prompt her.
“Well, yeah…” Her voice fades as she still stares at the ceiling.
I reach and rest my hands on her hips, squeezing, wanting her to look at me. When she does, I say, “Then I think we’ll be just fine.”
She sits up again, “We can just... You don’t have to—”
I rest my hand on her belly and lightly push her back. “Claire, lay back. Try to enjoy this as much as I’m going to.”
Claire listens to me but I can feel her muscles clench. My easygoing girl who told me what she wanted when I was fixated on her breasts, is nowhere to be found. I want her back.
My hands grip her thighs, rubbing up and down, before reaching for the top and pulling her panties. I take them off slow, taking in every inch of her golden skin. I fold them and set them on the corner of the bed before coming back to her.
Licking my lips, I see she’s trying to press her legs together.
“Bend these knees for me,” I instruct. Claire follows directions and my mouth is practically fucking watering at the thought of tasting her. She pulls her feet almost to her ass and I praise her, “Good girl. Just like that.”
I hear her take a deep breath and see her chest rise and fall quickly, like she’s nervous.
“Any time you want me to stop, tell me. No questions asked.” I reinforce the boundary and lick my lips. “Now, spread those knees. I want to see you, baby.”
She pauses before moving one leg, and then the other.
“Fuck,” I groan, mostly to myself, as I take her in. A fucking work of art.
I position myself with one hand wrapped around the top of her thigh and my other free to touch. Slowly, I insert a finger,and just like I suspected: soaked. That’s where I start. My tongue enters her, trying to lap up all that wetness.
“Seth, that—”
I keep going. Licking slow, languid strokes around her entrance, letting her settle in.
“Feels good.”
I smile and kiss around her center, not quite getting to the place I want to just yet. I lick her bikini line, the skin smooth and perfect, and I slip in two fingers. I pump them in and out, intentional and slow, trying to touch all of her, finding her spots. When I hook one of the fingers and touch her slightly differently, she lets out a moan that tells me everything I need to know.
Finally, my lips find her clit and while my fingers fill her, I kiss it gently and with almost zero pressure. My hand goes faster as I kiss a bit harder, her hips moving up to my mouth—pressing. Pushing the limit, I add a third finger and she takes them like a queen. Her walls are tight around them and I change from kissing to licking.
My tongue moves around her clit before I flick it, again and again.
“Seth, fuuuuck.”
“You like when I use my mouth on you?” I moan to make her feel comfortable. I want her to be able to say whatever she wants.
“Yes. Your mouth. Your fingers.” She whimpers and bites down hard on her lip before picking her head up to watch me.
