Page 62 of Songbird
I lift my mouth from her neck, trailing the tip of my nose over the hollow of her collarbones and up to her jaw, inhaling deeply when I reach that delicious soft spot below her ear. I snake my free hand up her sternum before wrapping it lightly around her throat.
“I’ve got what I want,” I growl. “Now let me play with it.”
A sound escapes her throat. A whimper. A moan. A wordless surrender, and my dick throbs at the sound.
I kiss her again, pushing her into submission with the pressure of my mouth, and she writhes beneath me. I twirl and spiral the tip of my tongue over the swell of her tits and with a rough hand, I cup one breast, squeezing it, bringing her to my mouth. I graze the sensitive nipple with my teeth, and the slight pain is chased with a shot of pure pleasure as Rosie arches against me, beggingfor more. Her knees fall open, and I take that as my cue to unzip her shorts.
So much for patience and taking it slow. I let her wrists go so I can remove her shorts and panties, and the minute she’s naked, I fall between her knees, desperate to be the man to discover the way she tastes when she’s turned on. The way she tastes when she comes.
“Fuck, Songbird,” I moan as I open her thighs wider and shift to get my head between them and closer to her glistening perfection. “You’re soaked for me.”
Rosie braids her fingers into my hair as I glide a finger along her slick center, gathering her arousal and massaging her clit until she squirms.
“Don’t tease me, Finn,” she begs. “I need to feel you. I need to come so bad.”
“I don’t mean to tease you, beautiful.” I kiss her sticky inner thighs, licking at the hint of her taste with a groan. “And you’re going to get what you need, but I’m having the best fucking night of my life down here. I wish you understood how pretty you are. How good you smell. How delicious you taste.”
I reach up to touch her face, and Rosie’s eyes widen as I paint her famous lips with the wetness on my fingers. She waits, pillowy mouth parted, as I lean in to kiss her. The taste of her arousal mingles between us, the flavor of her pussy hitting both our tongues, and I swallow it along with her moan.
“You like that?” I ask.
Rosie replies with a stunned nod, eyes hazy with lust, and the corner of my mouth lifts. I’m so fucking hard for her, and there’ll never be a more overwhelming high than having the power to open this woman’s eyes to mind-blowing sex and her own sensuality.
I slide a finger into her, recalling the way she touched herself and mimicking the pumping motion she liked. The wet suck ofher cunt makes me close my eyes, and as her hips roll, I apply my thumb to her clit, massaging those swollen nerves in a tight, firm circle.
Her pussy clenches around me, fluttering in rhythm with her needy moans, and I thrust again. When she tries to touch herself, I hold back her hand and increase the pressure of my thumb on her clit, stimulating her until she bucks. As her core clenches and she edges close to her first orgasm, I push another finger inside her, pumping slow and then fast, crooking my fingers, finding that spot on the wall of her core that’ll push her into release.
She comes hard and fast, tightening around my fingers and dripping over my hand, and I slow my plunges as her body relaxes into satisfaction.
“Remember how you said you’ve never had a man’s mouth on your pussy?” I ask.
Rosie looks at me with a languid toss of her head, a contended curve to her lips. “Yes?”
“And remember how I said you really shouldn’t have told me that?”
She shivers. “I remember.”
I grin and swipe my knuckles through her arousal, and she flinches when I sweep past her extra sensitive clit. She closes her eyes and cups a breast, fingers tweaking the nipple, and her exposed throat bobs in a deep swallow as I drop my head between her legs.
The first touch of my tongue on her pussy is a tentative tickle, a test of how responsive she is as well as an attempt to condition myself to her flavor so that her first experience being eaten out isn’t a desperate mess made by a man who behaves like a fucking animal.
Unfortunately, she tastes incredible, and at just the brush of my tongue, she’s lifting her hips and hunting for more, handsseeking my head and fingers twisting in my hair. My dick pulses against my jeans, and I shove at my pants to get naked before I drop back onto the mattress. Rosie grips my hair again, hanging on for dear life, and I chuckle under my breath.
If that’s the way it has to be, then that’s the way it has to be.
She squeaks when I flip our positions, putting me underneath her open knees, then again when I lift her off my waist and settle her on my face.
“What…?” She looks down at me. “I can’t sit on your mouth. You won’t be able to breathe. I’ll kill you.”
I laugh and drag my tongue over her soaked folds. “And what a way to die.”
Rosie’s eyes flutter closed, and she falls forward, one hand gripping the headboard, hips already grinding down, so I dig my fingers into her soft hips, encouraging her to rest her weight on me.
“Sit, Songbird. Ride my mouth and fuck my tongue. Don’t stop until you’re coming and I’m drowning. You got it?”
“I got it,” she agrees between heavy breaths.
She learns fast, and soon I don’t need to clutch her against me because she’s using me the way I need her to, and I spend the entire time trying not to blow all over my stomach. I eat her hard, tongue and lips and teeth thrusting and sucking and licking and grazing, working to keep up with the pounding pace of her pelvis. Her taste, her scent, her power are intoxicating, and when I sense she’s ready to come again, her moans growing louder, her circling hips getting wilder, her ass slicked with sweat, I reach up to pinch her nipple, tweaking and stroking until it’s hard and aching.
