Blake
Irun my tongue over her soaking wet slit.
Above me, she whimpers. I groan, my eyes rolling back.
Holy fuck.
So many times I’ve dreamed about this. So many times I’ve thought about going down on her. So many times I’ve wondered what she tastes like. What she’d sound like while I’m licking her pussy, and she’s overloaded on pleasure.
Now I know.
She tastes like heaven. She sounds like it too.
Her desperate, breathy moans hit my ears, and I groan again. She’s so vocal. So loud.
I love that she’s not holding back. I love that she’s being as loud as she needs to be.
I’m as hard as concrete right now. My cock is throbbing. Making her come on my fingers a minute ago, licking her candy pink nipples, eating her perfect pussy…I could come right now. She’s so perfect. So sweet. So sexy.
I glide my tongue over her pussy, then I focus on her clit. Slowly, I work my tongue in soft circles.
Her inner thigh muscles twitch on either side of my face, and she’s getting louder by the second.
I lean back and kiss her leg. “Does this feel good, babe?”
When I look up to check in with her, her eyes are glittery and dazed. I think she likes it when I call her babe.
She nods, biting back a sweet smile.
“It feels amazing. Your tongue.” She reaches down and thumbs my bottom lip. “How do you…”
I chuckle when she trails off, shaking her head like she’s in disbelief.
“How are you so good with your tongue?”
I can’t help the smug grin I flash her. “Practice.”
She giggles. I go back to burying my face between her thighs. I give her sweet little clit more soft, slow licks.
“Blake,” she rasps, her voice shaky. “I’m gonna…oh god…”
Her words turn to moans, which turn to screams. She cries out so loud, my ears ring. She thrashes against my bed, gripping the bedsheets.
I groan into her sweet pussy, savoring the desperate noises she makes. Fuck, yes.
My sweet, innocent Briar is wild when she comes, and I fucking love it.
I keep my tongue on her clit until she pushes my face away with a whimper. I kiss the inside of her thighs once more, then lean back.
Wiping my mouth on the back of my hand, I gaze down at her, in complete awe. Her pale skin is flushed, her nipples are stiff, pretty pink peaks, and her pussy is soaked. Her legs are still twitching, and there’s a hazy look in her eyes.
She aims an adorable, drunken smile at me.
I move to lie next to her, wrap my arm around her, and pull her close.
I kiss her forehead. “Okay?”
“Way, way better than okay. That was…” She exhales, her eyelids fluttering for a second before she looks at me. “Blake, that was mind-blowing.”
Her eyes start to focus when she looks at my mouth. “Your tongue is dangerous. If I’m not careful, I’m going to get addicted to it.”
“That works out because I’m already addicted to going down on you.”
She giggles. “But you’ve only done it once.”
“Yeah, and I want to do it again. And again. And again.”
Her smile turns warm. She yawns before glancing at my dick. She reaches down and grabs me. I close my eyes, and a rough sound slips from my lips.
“Now I think I should play with you,” she says.
I gently wrap my hand around her wrist and pull her hand away. She looks confused as I shake my head.
“You need to rest.”
She sticks out her lip in the cutest pout I’ve ever seen. “You gave me two orgasms, Blake. I want to give you at least one.”
“Later. I can tell how tired you are. I see it in your eyes.”
She shakes her head, but yawns a second later.
I kiss her forehead. “Sleep. Just for a little while,” I say.
“But what about you? Won’t it be painful for you to lie there with a boner and not do anything about it?”
“I’ll be fine. This isn’t the first time in my life I’ve had to wait out a boner.”
She purses her lips, the cutest petulant look on her angelic face. I can’t help but chuckle.
“It’s really fine. Go to sleep for me, babe, okay?”
The stubborn look in her eyes fades. She starts to smile. She really likes it when I call her babe.
She yawns. “Okay. But only because you asked nicely.”
I start to slide out of bed, but she grabs my arm. “Where are you going?”
“To the air mattress on the floor so you can sleep.”
Her eyebrows knit. She looks adorably confused. “You don’t want to sleep with me?”
The sweet, soft tone of her voice makes me ache. “Of course I do. I just didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.”
Her lips curve up into a pretty smile. “Stay with me. Please.”
I pull her into my chest and kiss the top of her head. “Okay. I will.”
I turn off the bedside lamp and pull the covers over us. She snuggles into me, moaning softly. I close my eyes and savor this moment. The way her body relaxes into mine. Feeling her soft skin against me. The sweet smell of her hair in my nose.
Less than a minute later, she’s fast asleep, tucked in my arms.
It’s not long before I fall asleep too.
* * *
When I wake up, it’s dark in my bedroom.
Briar is still fast asleep in my arms, her breathing steady and soft.
As quietly as I can, I reach up and grab my phone from the bedside table and check the time. It’s almost five in the morning.
I slip out of bed and quietly walk out of my bedroom to the hallway bathroom. I take a piss, wash my hands, then head back into bed.
I’m crawling back under the bedsheets when Briar starts to stir. She rolls over and looks at me.
Even in the dark, I can see her beautiful smile.
“Hey,” she says, her voice soft and raspy from sleep.
“Hey. Sorry I woke you up. I really had to pee.”
“It’s okay. Perfect timing because I have to go too.”
She slips out of bed, grabs my T-shirt from the floor, slips it over her head, and walks out. A minute later, she comes back in and crawls into bed.
“Is it okay if I wear your shirt? I’m a little cold.”
I kiss her forehead. “Of course.”
She snuggles into my chest again. After a second, I feel her silky hand wrap around my cock outside of my boxer briefs.
“You’re still hard,” she says.
I clear my throat. “Yeah. Sorry.”
“Can I…” Her grip tightens around the base of my cock.
I groan. “It’s okay, Briar. You don’t have to. I’m focused on you, remember?”
“But what about what I want?”
In the darkness, I make out the delicate features of her pretty face. “What do you want?” I ask.
“I want to make you come.” She bites her lip like she’s nervous. “But I’ve never given a hand job. Or a blow job. Will you show me how you like it?”