Page 5 of A Merry Invitation
“Yes,” she finally whispered, her tongue coming out to swipe along her lower lip again. “I’m fine with that.”
That one word, that fuckin’ sultry ass look she was giving him and the insistent pounding of his dick, were like a starting gun going off in his mind and Slay slipped his hand from inside her dress. He moved both hands to her waist, slid them down to quickly cup her ass, and then further down to the backs of her thighs so he could lift her from the floor. She immediately wrapped her legs around him and he turned, walking them back to the dressing table where he sat her down slowly.
Then he was pushing that dress up to her waist to reveal her long bare legs. More of that creamy skin that he’d imagined running his tongue across was on full display. Her bright red painted toenails winked through the open toe of the spiked red heels she wore. He knelt down and clasped his hand around one of her ankles, lifting it to place a soft kiss on it before draping that leg over his shoulder. He repeated that motion with her other ankle before looking up at her as he touched her bare knees and pushed them as far apart as he could. Until she was spread open before him like a buffet.
“I’ve imagined how you taste a million times,” he whispered, unable to hide the hunger laced in his tone. Then he had to swallow because the urgency was pounding in the center of his chest almost threatening his ability to breathe. It was the oddest thing, since this certainly wasn’t the first time his face had been this close to a woman’s pussy.
To clear that foolishness from his mind and to get his body in check, he turned his face to the inside of her thigh and kissed her there. Once, then twice, then with an open mouth, his tongue sliding along the soft skin leading up to her juncture.
She released a heavy sigh, her hands covering his on her knees.
“Are you semisweet like honey?” he whispered over her skin now damp from his kisses. “Or intoxicatingly sweet like the glaze on a cinnamon bun?”
Her next sound was a little like a laugh but laced with the need that was solidified when her thigh trembled beneath his next kiss. He grinned knowingly and turned his face so that his mouth could find the inside of her other thigh.
“I’ll…uh…let you be the judge,” she said as he drew closer to the wisp of black silk that covered her mound.
He moved his hands up her thighs, kneading the soft pliant skin as he went. “Oh, I plan to,” he declared. “I plan to lick and suck…” He paused, pressed his lips to her slit still covered by the material of what he guessed was a pretty little thong, and inhaled deeply. Her scent, this particular scent, was mesmerizing and mouthwatering. It was his turn to tremble and he prayed she didn’t notice. A forty-three-year-old man shouldn’t be shook by the heady scent of pussy. Unless that scent was unlike anything he’d ever experienced before.
“And lick and suck,” he continued when his voice was a little steadier. “Until I know exactly what you taste like.” And can commit that taste to memory since this will be the first and last time he would experience it.
She pressed into his face and he groaned before grasping her at the waist again and pulling her to the edge of the table. Then his fingers were pushing that swatch of silk to the side, his tongue sliding eagerly into the slit of her pussy.
“Ohhhh shit!” she hissed and bucked against him.
Slay did exactly as he said he would do. He licked and sucked, licked and sucked, licked and sucked until he sounded like a thirsty man finding water. His breath came in quick pants, his fingers spreading her lips apart so he could also see the path of moistness his tongue had created. “Fuckin’ beautiful,” he moaned and touched his lips to the delectable flesh once more.
He found her clit, circled his tongue around it before sucking it gently between his lips. Her hands were at the back of his head again, holding him there as she circled her hips over his face.
Damn, she tasted good. Too fuckin’ good and his mind quickly began to blank the hell out as he drowned in her. Totally and completely lost himself in the sweetest, hottest pussy he’d ever encountered. Tilting his head, he moved his hands around to grasp her ass and pull her even closer, if that were possible. She was already smothering him with her essence, his chin and the tip of his nose covered in her moistness, but he didn’t give a damn. Couldn’t stop even if someone had burst through that door at this very moment.
“Slay! Slay! Slay!” she chanted his name as her thighs began to tremble and he eased away just enough to grin.
“Yeah,” he whispered. “Say my name again, baby.” The sound of it on repeat in her breathy passion-laced voice sent white-hot spikes of desire straight to his dick.
She followed his directive, seemingly not the least bit bothered that it was falling from her mouth in probably the exact amount of time he’d predicted. But then he pushed two fingers inside of her and the grin slipped from his lips, being replaced by a low guttural groan as she clamped around his fingers tightly.
“Shit!” he mumbled. She was tight and hot and dripping all over his fingers now as he pumped them slowly in and out of her.
In and out, in and out, as his tongue returned to her clit to suck and lick. Her hands held the back of his head so tight he could hardly breathe now, but it didn’t matter because every breath he did manage was filled with her delicious scent. Hooking his fingers inside her he held them still until her entire body trembled and she sucked in a breath before letting out a long, slow, “Dammit!”
Slay moved his fingers then, replacing them with his tongue and groaning the moment her cum dripped into his mouth. It was like running for the ice cream truck and getting it to stop, then finally having the sweet treat you’d been longing for all damn day long. But only this had taken weeks and fuck, it was so much better than any damned ice cream he’d ever tasted. It was better than…hell, anything.
“Willow, baby,” he whispered roughly and licked some more. “Damn, baby.”
He didn’t know what else to say, couldn’t think of anything else but her moans, her legs around his face, her hands on the back of his head, her taste.
“Told you.” Her breaths came in quick pants, her hands loosening their hold on his head slightly.
Slay peeked up at her, chest heaving with the desire that still pumped wildly through his veins, face still only inches from her pussy. “What?”
She glanced down at him, eyes still heavy with the climax that he’d just given her. “Told you, you’d be yelling my name.”
He couldn’t help but grin as he pulled away from her, letting her legs down from his shoulders slowly. He licked his lips, savoring her essence as he stood and glared at her. “A’ight, I’ll give you that one, since you still screamed my name first.”
He undid the buckle of his pants, slid down the zipper and then reached into the inside of his jacket for his wallet.
“So, we’re keeping score?” she asked, pulling her tongue between her teeth.
