Chapter 5 #2
Her pussy is open now, fully. Her head is tilted back and to the left. Her whole body exposed. I sketch her delicate clit. It’s raw. Vulnerable. Beautiful. And it undoes me.
But I need more. I need to see her engorged… turned on. I want to see her throb.
But my hands are shaking now.
Her voice is soft. “You keep looking at me like that.”
“Like what?” I ask, even though I already know.
“Like you want to touch me but you’re afraid.”
I drop the pencil.
It hits the floor with a quiet click , and for a second, neither of us moves.
Then I stand. Slowly. Carefully.
She watches me, her chest rising and falling in time with mine.
“I’m not afraid,” I murmur. “I just… if I start—I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop.”
“I think the rules say we’re supposed to try new things.” She quips.
“You’re right.” I move closer to her and drag my fingertips along her inner thighs. I can feel her muscles clench underneath her smooth skin.
Then I take her beautiful, pink petals and spread them, exposing slick wet folds.
“I need you to be… fuller.” I say.
“Fuller?” She looks confused.
“Puffier, fuller, more aroused... like this.” I maintain eye contact as I move my face slowly toward her clit. My tongue softly reaches out and just barely grazes her. Her breath shortens as her jaw drops open. “Is that ok?”
She nods.
I get closer. My tongue begins lapping her juices up and her sweet flavor overwhelms my senses. I can see her teetering on the tiny stool.
I pick her up and she wraps her legs around my waist. She’s so close close her breath touches my neck. “I don’t want you to stop.”
The tension snaps. My hands reach for her without asking permission this time, and when I touch her—when my fingers graze the smooth curve of her waist—her skin is warm silk under my calloused palms. She gasps softly, and it’s the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard.
I slide one hand up to her cheek, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. Her eyes flutter shut. I lean in.
Our lips touch.
It’s soft at first. Careful. Like we’re both trying to memorize the exact second everything changes.
I carry her to the bed and lay her down. Her bare skin presses against the soft blankets and she arches into me, seeking more. My lips trail from her mouth to her jaw to her neck, where I leave a kiss—then another. She’s trembling. Or maybe I am.
Her nails scrape along my shoulders as I pull her closer, flush against my face. Every inch of her fits against me like she’s always belonged there.
We’re not rushing. This isn’t frantic.
It’s slow. Reverent. Like every second matters.
My tongue circles her clit. My fingers moving gently in and out of her.
“Hudson…” she breathes, my name barely audible.
I pause, pulling back to look at her, brushing hair from her face. “Say it again.”
She smiles softly, eyes locked on mine. “Hudson.”
Her hips push against my face as her hand holds my head steady. We move in sync, learning each other by touch, by sound, by instinct. It’s slow, beautiful, and by the time her back arches and she cries out my name again, I know.
I’ve never been with someone like her.
And I don’t want to be with anyone else ever again.
My cock twitches at the sound of my name on her lips. My tongue darts out to trace a path up her center. She shivers, her legs spreading wider as I take her pussy. I can see the wetness glistening on her lips, and I want her even more.
"Oh my god,” she moans as I quickly and repeatedly run my tongue over her clit, her hips bucking towards my face. I hold her still, my hands on her ass as I lick and suck, my tongue delving into her pussy.
She tastes so fucking good and I devour her pussy as she writhes and moans above me.
"Yes, Hudson, just like that," she gasps, her fingers tangling in my hair as she holds herself against my face. "Don't stop."
I have no intention of stopping, not until I haver her screaming my name. I suck harder, my tongue flicking against her clit as she trembles.
"I'm gonna cum,” she cries out, her body tensing as she reaches the edge. "Oh, Hudson!"
I feel her pussy clench around my tongue as she cums, her juices flowing into my mouth. I drink her down, savoring the taste of her orgasm as she shudders.
Her body is limp, and putty in my arms. She looks at me with heavy-lidded eyes. "Your turn," she says unexpectedly.
She drops to her knees, her eyes locked on my cock as she wraps her hand around it. She strokes me slowly, her tongue enveloping me to taste the precum beading on the tip.
"Fuck, Daisy," I groan, my hips thrusting towards her mouth. "Yes, just like that."
She opens her mouth wide, taking me in fully. She sucks hard, her tongue swirling around my cock as she bobs her head up and down.
I can feel my orgasm building, my balls tightening as she sucks and licks. I tangle my fingers in her hair, guiding her movements as I thrust deeper into her mouth.
"I'm gonna cum,” I gasp, my hips stuttering as I reached the edge. "Fuck, Daisy, I'm gonna cum!”
I push forward thrusting my cock deep into her throat. She moans around my cock, the vibrations sending me over the edge. I cum hard, filling her mouth and she swallows every drop.
She looks up at me, her lips still wrapped around my manhood, and grins.
I grin back, my legs weak as I pull her to her feet. My arms wrap around her waist. “That was fucking amazing."
We stand there for a moment, our bodies pressed together, our hearts racing. We crawl into the bed as we catch our breath.
“By the way, you never told me what Rule Number One was.” I tell her.
She looks over at me and grins. “No sex before marriage.”
Shit .