Chapter 13 – Wren #3
I threw my head toward the ceiling, basking in the icy mint of his tongue on my nipple. As he sucked on one breast, he squeezed the other.
Val straightened for a moment and reclaimed my lips while his hands slid up my tunnel. Fingers grasped the waistband of my underpants, and he yanked them off with expert precision. He lifted the red panties to his face and inhaled the scent of my arousal before letting them fall to the floor.
My gaze locked with his in a split second, my heart hammering in my chest as I anticipated his next move. The fire in his eyes fanned the flame burning within me, leaving me wanting more of him. He slid my legs apart, lifted my chin, and stared deeply into my eyes.
His hands caressed my thighs, each stroke making me shake like a leaf. Val lowered himself between my legs, his hand gripping my thighs as he descended on me.
“Ohhhh—oh, God, yes,” I whimpered the moment his tongue landed on my cunt.
I gripped the edge of my counter, my chest rising and falling with uneven breaths. My face was contorted in pleasure, my nipples hard as a rock. He ate me up real good, his saliva mixing with my juice as his head moved between my legs like a pro.
My toes curled in ecstasy, and I bit my lower lip in an attempt to suppress my moans.
His tongue was working magic down my tunnel, and when he dipped his finger too, I lost my fuckin’ mind. My hand darted into my hair while the other gripped the edge of the counter, anchoring me to reality.
“Holy fuck….” My voice shook, cracked under the pleasure coursing through my blood.
He didn’t stop. He continued eating, licking my plate like a hungry beast.
I reached down and with my fingers in his hair, I pressed his head down, unable to get enough of him. “Yes, eat me…just like that,” I murmured, my moans drowned by the pouring rain outside.
His tongue parted my folds, licked my nectar, and left me craving more and more.
My legs were trembling in the air while he ate.
One careless swing, and I accidentally knocked down my cup of coffee.
It crashed to the floor with a sickening crack and shattered into pieces.
But neither of us gave a damn. All we cared about was enjoying the moment like it was our last.
Lost in a sea of passion, I let out a helpless cry, my eyes rolling backward in response to his touch. I bucked my hips, grinding over his mouth as he ate. He was so good at eating me clean that I almost said his name out loud.
Oh, Val… I whispered in my head.
With practiced ease, he licked my pussy like he owned it, and with each flick of his tongue, I drew closer to the edge of madness.
“God, that feels so good,” I whispered to myself, fisting his hair.
It was almost like he’d trained his tongue for pleasure, and boy was he great at it! He ate me like a man who understood the anatomy of a woman’s body—a man who knew his way around a pussy. He knew where to lick, where to suck, where to kiss, and where to graze deliciously with his teeth.
His timing was on point, as was his rhythm—not too slow, not too fast either. Just somewhere in between. He was so good at this that if he continued with this pace, I just might come; I’d never come from oral sex before. But with every flick of that magical tongue, I drew closer.
I was losing my goddamn mind.
Reflexively, I tried to pull away, unable to hold it in much longer. However, his grip on my thigh held me in place, his unrelenting tongue working steadily on my cunt.
“I can’t…I can’t take it anymore,” I murmured, too embarrassed to let him hear me.
He continued eating nonstop.
My whole body was starting to come undone, my heart swelling with desire as the burning flame within threatened to consume me.
Please…just fuck me already, I pleaded in my mind as though he’d somehow magically hear me.
The feeling was electric, and it took covering my mouth to keep my moans inside.
Yet even that only felt like torture. I just wanted to scream out loud—raw and unrestrained.
I wanted to feel his dick inside me and moan his name as he fucked the hell out of my pussy.
He didn’t stop eating.
I pressed my palm tighter over my mouth, as I drew closer and closer to having a fuckin’ orgasm. My palm left my lips, and immediately, I whispered, “Fuck, I’m coming!”
My announcement didn’t seem to move him as he kept eating at the same pace, licking the same spot over and over again.
“Yes, right there, don’t stop,” I whispered to myself again, hoping he’d hear me even though deep down I was embarrassed by my reaction.
I’d probably die of shame later on, but for now, I just wanted to express myself.
“Make me come, please,” my soft voice spilled into the air, raw and breathy. “I’m almost there.”
He kept eating and eating and eating.
A loud thunder rumbled outside, and that’s when my dam exploded, and I had the best orgasm of my life. So far, at least.
He raised his head and straightened, watching my body convulse with ecstasy. His groin was soaked in my squirt, gushing out like water from a fountain. My muscles stiffened, and my grip on the edge of the counter tightened as I struggled against the sensation coursing through my blood.
My body wouldn’t stop trembling, and although my thighs were tightly locked together, it did nothing to douse the tingle in my pussy. My toes curled, legs shaking in the air as I strained with my mouth open in a silent scream.
I threw my hands into my hair and lay flat on my back, struggling to catch my breath. I surrendered completely at his mercy.
My pussy closed around his cock as he penetrated me with one slow thrust. “Oh, fuck,” I mouthed, hands still in my hair.
He pushed deeper, and I basked in the feeling of his cock stretching me out. His groin pounded against me again and again, each stroke harder and deeper than the last. I gasped as a wild rush tore through me—sharp, raw, and unrestrained.
I couldn’t believe this was happening. But it was. And I didn’t want it to stop. No. Not yet.