Five #4
Leaning forward, I kissed a trail across her jaw, down her neck and over her collarbone. Dragging my tongue lower, I pulled down the cup of her bra and latched my mouth around a nipple, teasing it and sucking until it swelled and grew tight and hard against my tongue.
She shoved her fingers into my hair and held me there, arching her back and moaning when I moved my mouth over to the other nipple and did the same thing.
Glancing up at her with a feral need taking hold of me, I gripped her hard by the back of the head and plundered her mouth, moving myself over her and lowering her to her back against. She whimpered into my mouth as I bit her bottom lip, kissing and licking my way down her torso, swirling my tongue around her belly button, and taking hold of the stretchy waistband of her fleecy pants.
She lifted her butt a little so I could drag the pants down her thighs, taking her underwear with them. She was bare, save for a dark blonde strip that I couldn’t wait to press my nose into.
My lips caressed her hipbones, the tops of her thighs, making their way to her inner thighs when she spread her legs wider.
Hunkering down onto my belly, I looped my arms under her bent knees and with the fingers of my right hand; I spread her lips and flicked my tongue against her clit.
She moaned and her hips jerked up.
I did it again, loving how glistening pink and wet she already was for me.
Tilting my head, I rested my nose against her pubic bone, in the soft, trimmed hair, and inhaled deep, pulling her unique feminine scent deep into my lungs.
“Fuck,” I murmured in delight before flicking her pretty little clit with my tongue again. “You smell good.”
Then I dove in with lips and tongue, tasting all of her. Licking and flicking, sucking and savoring every inch of her sweet clit as her hips rocked against my face and her arousal coated my tongue.
Slipping one finger, then another into her slick channel, I pumped and coaxed in a come-hither way, pressing up on her anterior all until her muscles squeezed, locking me there.
She was close. I could tell.
Her hand tapped my head. “I … I’m close,” she panted.
“Come,” I murmured, not stopping, but rather, sucking harder, flicking faster and pushing that magic little button just a bit more.
“Oh god!”
I didn’t have to tell her twice. It was like she’d been waiting for permission or something—which was really fucking hot—and detonated the moment I gave the all clear.
Her upper body lurched off the pillows for a moment, hovering in mid-air as her stomach muscles contracted.
Her pussy squeezed my fingers even tighter and gushed fresh slickness over my hand.
I sucked her swollen clit into my mouth, then flicked the nub with my tongue, which seemed to be the right combination to get her muttering in tongues.
I chuckled to myself as swear words combined with other things I couldn’t understand, came out in ragged gasps and pants while she writhed on the bed.
“Fucking … Christ. Gremmdamm. Frekkenblat. Oh … god. Plish.”
Glancing up her body, I could tell she was doing her best to stay quiet, but failing beautifully.
She kept trying to bite her lip to keep herself from saying more.
But then another rush of pleasure would spear her, and she would gasp or mutter something else, pulling her lip from the grasp of her teeth.
Honestly, who the fuck could hear us all the way out here? And if by chance they could, so the fuck what?
Life was too short, too unpredictable to silence your orgasms.
After a few more heartbeats, and my fingers only slightly cramping, she settled back into the pillows and her muscles relaxed. I released her clit from my mouth and kissed her trembling thighs as I gently removed my fingers.
Instantly, she reached for me, beckoning me to cover her. “Condom,” she murmured, a little dazed and with glazed over eyes. “Nightstand.”
Nodding, I opened the drawer on the right side of the bed and found the strip of condoms. It sounds like I’m bragging to say that I was an expert at putting on a condom, but I kind of was. I had it open and on in under six seconds. Maybe I was just that eager.
Covering her again, I leaned forward and kissed her, enjoying the groan that bubbled up from her chest as she slid her tongue into my mouth to taste herself.
“I want you naked,” I said, breaking the kiss.
“Yeah,” she breathed, arching her back and reaching beneath her to unhook her bra. She tossed it to the side a moment later, then welcomed back my mouth by wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me close.
With my cock like an iron bar, sheathed and ready against her hip, I cupped her breasts and played with her nipples, letting her come down from her first release before we worked to get her to the next one.
Who’d have thought coming to San Camanez would not only bring me closer to family that understood me, accepted me for who I was, and welcomed me, but that it would also heal my heart and possibly be the place I found love too?
I just hoped none of this—including Renée—was too good to be true.
But something told me that it wasn’t.