Page 36 of Sweet Little Lies
The hard tip of my tongue runs along her center, from bottom to top where I reach the nub of her clit and flick it just once as she jerks at the intrusion. And then I repeat the pattern, butthis time I lay one palm on the slope of her belly to hold her there, and then the fingers of my other hand to spread her folds, giving me more access to her core.
Holy shit, I could spend the rest of my life here.
My fingers trace circles around her belly, moving the material of her tank up toward her chin so I can gain access to her breasts. And then a realization hits me – I’ve been derelict in my duties because she’s not fully naked yet.
As if it’s a compulsive need that can’t be contained, I allow her room to move up with me to a sitting position. I take a moment to look at her face and her natural beauty hits me square in the middle of my chest again. I’m so lost for this girl.
Her cheeks are flushed, her long, thick hair tossled and cascading around her shoulders, and her dark eyes are half-lidded with lust. As if she’s drugged from the sins of the flesh. And it makes me feel like a king knowing I’ve put her in this state of desire.
“I want to see all of you – touch all of you,” I say, pulling the hem of her t-shirt up and over her head, as she struggles to remove her arms from it. She gets caught up and we laugh together. The sound is magic and fills me with happiness.
Once off, I throw it on the floor behind us and when I return my gaze to her, she’s self-consciously covering her breasts with her arms. I tentatively reach up and cup her neck, toying with the skin there.
“What’s wrong?”
Her eyes dart away and I gently tip her chin back to me with my two fingers.
“Hey, you can leave your bra on if you want.”
She stares into my eyes and with a shy smile and shake of her head, says, “No one’s ever seen me completely naked. It’s just, intimidating.”
My hand stills at her confession. Realization dawns on me. I’m the first she’s let in. A year ago, I may not have appreciated the weight of this encounter. But I do now. It means she trusts me and is giving me a gift that I will treasure.
I have no words, so I kiss her lips tenderly, my lips slowly moving down the curve of her neck and shoulder where she tastes so sweet. When I encounter the bra strap, I slowly glide the elastic material off one shoulder and down her arm, kissing every inch of skin as I go.
She relaxes into my touch and then drops the bra and her arms.
And I’m not prepared for it. I’ve groped and touched Mica’s tits in the dark make-out sessions we’ve had in the past, but I’ve never seen her naked breasts. Never had access to her entire body – a body that I’ve wanted for so long. The pleasure of the anticipation and finally getting what you want is unreal.
The swells of her perfect breasts are fleshy and buoyant. Large enough that they’re a handful, but small enough to still be perky. My eyes drink in their heavy shape and I use the pad of my index finger to trace around the dark circular areola. Her inhale of breath makes her breasts heave and I can’t stand it anymore. I lay my entire palm over the soft curve, plumping and squeezing her in my hand.
My heart hammers inside my chest as I watch pleasure flit across her face.
“You’re so beautiful.”
I know I’m repeating myself, but she must know. She must realize how incredibly gorgeous she is and how it’s not just the shape of her body, but everything about her. The kindness she extols to her family and friends. The smile she gives so often to others. The exotic sound of her voice – the dialect so smoky and breathy every time she speaks.
The blood in my veins reacts to what I see in front of me, heating and sparking. Boiling to a point where I know I’ll lose control and spill over, burning up from the inside out.
Her tits are full and heavy in my hand. I lean down and take a peaked nipple into my mouth, sucking it in between my teeth – at first sweetly, teasingly – but I’m so turned on from her moans and the way she arches into my mouth – I become feverish with want.
My body needs more of her, so I place a hand behind her back and lower her down on the bed again, covering her with my body. Taking a moment to look her over, she’s so small beneath me. I want to savor her and everything she’s going to give me.
I continue to kiss and touch her everywhere – her face, her swollen lips, her dusky rose-bud nipples, her breastbone and her sleek stomach. My fingers weave their way between our bodies and I open her up with my index finger, slipping inside her dewy heat. She gasps and moans, as I suck the sounds from her mouth with mine. She repeats my name over and over again as I pump one finger, then two, in and out of her warmth.
Using my thumb, I rub and pluck at her clit, until I feel her muscles tensing, her eyes closing tight and she cries out. She clenches and spasms around my fingers and it’s the most fulfilling thing I’ve ever done; making her come.
Her orgasm begins to subside and her grip on my shoulder loosens; her limbs going limp beside me. When she opens her eyes, I see contentment there and it shoots straight to my already hard cock.
Her voice is husky. “Wow, that was…unexpected.”
I angle my head and kiss her hard on the lips, my tongue slipping inside her mouth, finding hers and mating in a provocative dance.
When I let go, I say, “Glad I could be of service.”
Pushing myself up with a smile, I reach over her head to grab the condom, trying valiantly to tear it open. Frustration pummels me when it doesn’t rip because my hands are still a little slick from her wetness. Mica laughs, taking it from me and opening it up with a patient tug.
And then I watch in captivating awe as she sits up, unrolls the latex over my painfully aching cock and grips me tightly at the base to test its fit.
