Page 10 of She Came Upon A Midnight Clear
Have to.
I kiss her for a few moments before I slide my body down until my face is between her thighs. I kiss her skin, that tender spot just above the top of her underwear, then slip my fingers under the edge, find her soft folds, and stroke.
“Mmm, Dru…”
“What is it, darlin’? What do you need? I need you to say it.”
“I need you to… Oh, yeah. I need you to touch me like that. Touch my clit. Please, Dru.”
“You beg so nicely,” I tell her, loving the tone of her voice, the smokiness of it, the desire so damn clear.
I kiss her stomach as my fingers feather over her clit, and it’s already a hard little nub. My pussy clenches as I move my fingers lower to slide in the slick heat that’s soaking her panties.
I tug at the scrap of lacy fabric. “I think these have to come off.”
“Yes, please. Take them off.”
“Mmm, I love how you say ‘please’ so nicely. I’ll have to give you anything you want if you ask me like that, pretty girl.”
I slip my fingers out, but instead of pulling the panties off, I rub at her clit through the fabric, then move lower to press my palm against the wetness that’s nearly a puddle between her thighs.
Her hips rise up against my hand.
“Ah, Dru! Please… come on.”
I have to chuckle at the lust in her voice, at her almost mewling request. At the way I shiver when I hear it, when I feel her growing even wetter as I massage her pussy, harder and harder.
She’s panting now, and her thighs go tight, signaling her need to come, and I stop.
“Nooo…” she says, the word drawn out.
“Tell me what you want,” I demand.
“I need to come. God, so badly. Please?”
“Like this?” I ask as I slide my fingers under the fabric and into her wetness, plunging right into her slick, warm hole.
“Ah! Yes!”
Her cunt convulses around my fingers as I find her g-spot and rub it hard and fast. In moments she’s arching against me,panting and moaning, then crying out as she clenches around me over and over.
“Dru! Ah, God! Fuckkkkk!”
My body goes hot and tight as she comes, as if I’m almost coming with her, my pussy clenching in time with hers. And Jesus fuck, I don’t know if anything has ever felt so good.
“I need to make you come again,” I tell her. As a warning. As a plea.
I yank the little bit of lace off, pulling it down over her legs, and there she is before me. My breath catches as I gaze down at the small, neat triangle of hair, at her hard little clit poking out, so deliciously swollen and pink. At her juices seeping from between her parted thighs.
I run my fingers over her slit, then bring my fingers to my mouth and suck.
“You taste every bit as good as you look, Evie. I knew you would.”
“Taste me,” she whispers breathlessly.
I smile as I lean in, and pause to inhale her scent: like flowers and the ocean, and a tiny bit of rich musk.
Desire.
