Chapter 23 #2
"Do you want your shirt off or would you feel more comfortable with it on for this?" he asks softly, his thumbs still tracing gentle circles on my skin.
I freeze for a second, surprised by the question. Most guys would've already ripped my clothes off without asking, only thinking about what they want. But here's Ramsey, checking in on what I'm comfortable with even when I can feel his cock rock hard beneath me.
"Can I keep it on?" I ask hesitantly, suddenly feeling a little self-conscious.
His expression softens, and he brushes my damp hair back from my face. "Yeah, baby girl, you absolutely can," he says without hesitation.
Before I can even thank him, he shifts me off his lap, positions me on the couch, and kneels between my legs. His hands slide up my thighs with deliberate slowness, his eyes never leaving mine as his fingers hook into the sides of my panties.
With one swift, controlled motion, he rips the thin cotton, tearing it clean off one side. The sound of fabric tearing makes me gasp, a shot of heat rushing straight to my core. He pulls the wet cotton from between my legs, bringing it to his face and inhaling deeply.
"Fuck," he groans, his eyes rolling back slightly. "You smell so fucking good."
He stuffs the ruined panties into his pocket like he's keeping them, and the possessive gesture makes me throb with need.
"Spread your legs wider for me," he commands, his voice rough with desire.
I obey, opening my thighs as he settles between them. His hot breath fans across my exposed pussy, making me shiver with anticipation.
"So fucking pretty," he murmurs, running one finger through my folds. "Already so wet for me."
I whimper as he collects my wetness on his finger, then brings it to his mouth, sucking it clean with a groan that vibrates through me.
"Even better than I remembered," he says, his eyes locked on mine as he lowers his head. "I'm gonna devour you."
The first touch of his tongue against my clit nearly sends me through the roof. It's soft and teasing, just a gentle flick that has me arching off the couch, my hands flying to his hair.
"Fuck!" I gasp, my thighs already trembling.
He chuckles against me; the vibration makes me moan. "We're just getting started. Hold on tight."
His hands grip my thighs, keeping them spread wide as he licks a long, slow path.
His tongue is everywhere. Swirling around, dipping inside me, then back up to flick that sensitive bundle of nerves that makes my legs shake.
He growls against me, the vibration shooting straight to my core. His hands move to my ass, gripping hard as he pulls me closer to his mouth, devouring me with an intensity that makes my head spin.
"You taste so fucking good," he mumbles against my pussy, his eyes looking up at me with a wild hunger. "Could eat this sweet cunt all day."
I can't help the way my hips buck against his face, seeking more of his tongue, more pressure, more everything. He responds by sucking my clit into his mouth; the pressure making me cry out.
"That's it," he encourages, his breath hot against my wet flesh. "Let me hear how good it feels."
My thighs start to tremble as he builds a rhythm, alternating between broad strokes of his tongue and focused attention on my clit. Just when I think I'm about to come, he pulls back, his mouth glistening with my arousal.
Before I can process what's happening, he's sliding down onto the floor, lying flat on his back. He looks up at me with that cocky smirk, patting his chest.
"Come here," he commands. "I want those thighs on either side of my head."
I hesitate, suddenly feeling exposed despite still wearing my shirt. "I've never—"
"I know," he cuts me off, his expression softening slightly. "Trust me. I've got you."
Taking a deep breath, I climb off the couch and straddle his chest, my knees on either side of his torso. His hands slide up my thighs, guiding me forward until I'm hovering over his face, my pussy inches from his mouth.
"That's it," he encourages, his hands moving to grip my ass. "Now lower yourself down."
I bite my lip, still hesitant. "What if I'm too heavy or—"
He slaps my thigh hard, and the way his eyes cut through me tells me I should not have said that. He looks fucking insulted.
He pulls me down hard and all I feel is his mouth, his nose, his beard.
"Holy shit."
His hands grip my thighs harder, fingers digging into my flesh, anchoring me against his mouth. I can feel his nose pressing against my clit as his tongue dips inside me, and the dual sensation makes me see stars.
"Oh my god," I whimper, rolling my hips experimentally. His answering groan vibrates through my entire core.
I look down and the sight nearly makes me come on the spot—Ramsey's eyes are locked on mine, dark and intense, the rest of his face completely covered by my pussy. There's something so primal about watching him disappear beneath me, his strong hands keeping me exactly where he wants me.
"That's it," he growls against me, the words muffled but clear enough. "Ride my fucking face. Use me."
Something snaps inside me. All my hesitation vanishes, replaced by a raw, animal need. I grind down harder, my thighs clamping around his head as I chase the pleasure his tongue is giving me. I'm fucking shameless now, rocking against his face, using his mouth for my own selfish pleasure.
"Yes, yes, just like that," I gasp, my head falling back as I ride him harder. His beard scrapes against my sensitive skin, creating a delicious friction that makes me shudder.
Ramsey's hands slide from my thighs to my ass, gripping the flesh hard enough to bruise as he pulls me down even tighter against his face. I can barely see his eyes now, just his forehead and hair as I smother him with my pussy.
"Fuck, Rams, I can't—you're gonna make me—" I can't even finish my sentence, too lost in the sensation of his tongue flicking rapidly against my clit.
He slaps my ass hard, the sharp sting making me cry out and grind down harder. I'm practically suffocating him now, my thighs squeezing his head, my pussy covering his entire face, but he just grips me tighter, urging me on, devouring me like I'm his last meal.
My movements become frantic, uncoordinated, as the pressure builds inside me. I'm riding his face so hard I worry I might hurt him, but his grip only tightens, keeping me exactly where he wants me.
"I'm gonna come," I warn him, my voice breaking. "Fuck, Ramsey, I'm gonna come on your face."
I'm shaking, trembling, falling apart on his tongue as he keeps licking, keeps sucking, keeps fucking devouring me through every spasm.
My hands are fisted in his hair so tightly I must be hurting him, but he doesn't stop, doesn't let up, just keeps his mouth on me as I ride out the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had.
When my legs start to give out, when I'm literally collapsing from the intensity, his strong hands grip my waist and lift me slightly. I can see his face now, soaked with my arousal, his eyes wild and hungry as he looks up at me.
"That's it, baby girl," he murmurs against my pussy, his hot breath making me twitch with aftershocks. "Just like that. Let it all out. You're doing so fucking good."
My body jerks with each soft pass of his tongue, gentler now but still persistent. I'm so sensitive I could cry, but I don't want him to stop.
"So fucking beautiful when you come," he praises, pressing a soft kiss to my inner thigh. "Such a good girl for me."
I'm still twitching, still coming down when he carefully shifts me off his face.
In one fluid motion, he sits up and pulls me into his lap, cradling me against his chest like I'm something precious.
His arms wrap around me, one hand tangling in my hair, the other rubbing soothing circles on my back.
"Holy shit," I whisper into his neck, my voice wrecked and shaky.
"You did so fucking good," he murmurs into my hair, his lips brushing my temple. "So perfect. Such a natural."
I can feel his erection pressing against my ass, but he makes no move to do anything about it. His entire focus seems to be on me, on holding me through the aftershocks that are still making me tremble in his arms.
"Your pussy is so pretty," he continues, his voice rough but gentle. "So fucking responsive. The way you rode my face? Fucking perfection."
My cheeks heat at his praise, but I can't deny how good it feels to hear it.
I could get used to hearing it, and that’s a dangerous thing because this is all about my list. He’s helping me, but his own moral code won’t allow himself to be with me.
So I guess I’m just going to have to force him to break his code.