Page 19 of His Fairytale Princess
With one hand holding open the edge of the material, I pry her lips open to expose the luscious, creamy center of her body and the hard, pink clit that’s ready for my mouth.
I do little to hold myself back, and instead, go balls to the wall, so to speak. Really, it’s balls to the bed, since I’m grinding heavily into the mattress with every lick, touch and groan.
Her tiny gasps of delight are perfect orchestration to the taste in my mouth. Swirling my tongue, I lick her from bottom to top, flicking her clit and probing at her entrance. Her virgin entrance. Holy shit, the thought turns me on like nothing else.
I find her opening with my index finger, knowing it will be tight and wet, and slide it through her wetness. Brin jerks beneath me and moans out a plea.
“Preston,” she gasps and it’s music to my ears.
“Does that feel good?” I don’t wait for a response, but continue to slowly thrust my finger inside, alternating it with swirls of my tongue at her clit.
I know she’s getting close from the sound of her panting, the tightening of her body against me and the way her fingers have lodged into my hair, pulling and yanking in sexual delight.
Pumping my finger in and dragging it out, her wetness coating me, my lips latch onto her clit and I suck. I suck it hard as she grinds her pelvis against my face. And then she’s coming. I know this because she tells me. Screams it, really.
“Oh God, yes! Preston, there.” She punctuates this with enough pressure at the top of my head to practically dent my skull.
But I love it. And I love that I’m making her come this spectacularly.
Brin finally relaxes, a sweet, lethargic grin across her mouth and a sigh of appreciation. She lets her hands drop to her sides and I take a moment to wipe my face with the back of my hand.
As I scoot up the bed to lay next to her, she turns her head and her eyes meet mine.
“That was so much better than studying.”
I couldn’t agree more.
