Page 65 of A Vine Mess
With a wicked grin up at her, I lifted one of her feet off the floor and placed it on my shoulder, kissing my way up her calf and thigh until I reached her sex, then hooked her leg so her foot dangled against my back. Ella inhaled in anticipation which quickly morphed into a frustrated exhale as I moved to the other side.
“Hold on,” I said.
“What’re you—”
Her words were cut off as I grasped her other ankle and slung that leg over my shoulder. One of my hands found the tile behind her, using my forearm as a shelf for her ass, while the other snaked around her hip, using two fingers to spread her pussy open.
My scalp stung as she yanked on me until I looked at her.
“I’m too fucking heavy for this.”
“You’re perfect, Ella. The most goddamn beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life. Now please, baby,” I said, brushing my lips over her thigh and grinning when goosebumps erupted in my wake. “Stop worrying and let me make you feel good.”
Ella’s head dropped back against the tile with athunk, and I chuckled darkly as I dove into my feast.
That first lick from back to front nearly undid me, my cock painfully hard as I savored her. She was so smooth, so sweet. Her hips bucked in response, pressing her pussy closer to me. I dragged my tongue in a reverse path, driving the tip gently in and out of her entrance while my thumb settled over her clit.
“Fucking delicious,” I mused when I pulled away briefly.
Ella only whimpered and wriggled closer.
“I’ve had four long years to think about what I want to do to this pussy, Wildflower.”
“Liam,” she said insistently, but I merely chuckled.
“Patience, my sweet girl. We’ve got all night, and all the ones after that. I’m going to ruin you for anyone but me.”
“Please.”
“Since you asked so nicely…”
I was done toying with her anyway, needed to finally learn the sweet sounds she made when she came.
I sealed my mouth around her clit, fluttering my tongue against it as she writhed above me, desperate to get closer, seeking friction.
“That’s it, Wildflower,” I murmured against her slick flesh. “Ride my face. Get yourself there.”
“Fingers.”
“What’s the magic word?”
“Please.”
It was a growl of frustration that she combined with a sharp tug on my hair. The sting in my scalp was fucking perfect, keeping me anchored in this reality.
Roughly, I shoved two fingers inside her, and she gasped, her entire torso bowing away from the wall at the intrusion.
“Fuck,” she breathed.
“Feel good?”
“Gimme one more. Please,” she added, almost as an afterthought.
I grinned. “My filthy, needy girl. Needing three fingers to fill you up. Just wait until you get my cock, baby.You’ll be so full nothing else will ever do it for you.”
Ella merely moaned, and I returned my mouth to her clit as I pumped my fingers in and out of her, curling them against her walls, knowing I hit the right spot when her thighs began shaking.
“That’s it, Wildflower,” I praised, continuing my oral assault.
