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Fuck. The walls of her pussy pulled and groped me, with initial, delicious reluctance. I pulled on her thigh as I drove deeper, my fingers burying into the naked flesh of her leg. Alice leaned back, her spine arching, her perfectly pert little tits pushing towards me, just in front of my face. I needed to suck one, needed to taste her, but right now, as that tight cunt of hers pulled at my cock, it was all I could do not to come already. I was known for my stamina, but this woman was taking all that from me.

I moved carefully now, for a few seconds, trying to think of something else. Anything else. But all I could think of was how this one was all to myself. That there would be no sharing of her flesh, or her lips, or her pussy. That she was all mine. That my brother didn’t even know she existed. Fuck. That wasn’t helping.

I wrapped my arm around her back, pulling her closer so I could just reach her nipple, stretching my tongue out to taste the end. When I flicked it, she flinched, internal muscles clamping down around me.

“Fuck! Steady, Al,” I warned, sliding in and out of her carefully, slowly. “You can’t do that to a guy.”

She scowled slightly, a look of confusion, the very slight darkness flashing across her face, her freckles almost alive. My balls clenched, and I slowed down further. Fuck. Everything about her while I was inside of her, was amplified. The mussed up brown hair wrenched from the ponytail she nearly always wore, the heavy lids of her eyes that made her look half delirious as I moved slowly in and out. The bob of perfectly small breasts, and the animation of the freckles across her cheeks that seemed to have emotions of their own. I sucked hard on her nipple, trying to distract myself.

Alice flinched again, pushing down on my cock, sinking against me until I hit something deep inside of her. Fuck, she was killing me. I moved my hand from her thigh, pushing it between us, feeling for that little nub. She gasped loudly as I found the spot, throwing her head back again. Fuck. I pushed back into her, moving more quickly, trying not to concentrate on the way her tissues pulled, and grabbed at me with every movement, her pussy hot around my cock, growing even wetter the more I moved.

Her gasps changed to moans, her face staring at the ceiling, pink lips dropping open as her other lips caressed around my dick. I swirled my thumb over her clit, just a light a brush and her body convulsed, a little shout pulling from her lips. My sexy fucking vet was so ready to come, I didn’t need to feel around the wetness seeping over my shaft to know she was dripping. Her body was telling me everything I needed to know. The shudder of her thigh against my hip, the weight she dropped further and further down onto me, as I held her up against the kitchen bench with my cock alone. Her head dropped back so far, all I could see was the beautiful flesh of her neck and the hardened pebbles at the end of her tits.

Fuck.

I pumped harder, any idea of lasting now entirely dissolved, the heat building in my balls too much to ignore.

“Come for me, little Al,” I spoke against the middle of her chest. “I need you there first, baby.”

I swirled my thumb again, angling my hips at the same time to drive deeper into her hot flesh.

“Cade,” she breathed, and I like the way it was only my name she whimpered. Just mine.

My hips moved faster, my thumb and fingers working erratically, swirling and nipping and pulling at the swollen nub.

“Cade.” My name was more of a wail now. Fucking beautiful.

And now my balls tightened, a shot of hot molten need enveloping my entire groin. I was going to get there first. Fuck. And now there was nothing left. No strength to stop the inevitable, my stomach tensing, my hips pistoning like I was out of my mind, my grunts filling the kitchen, and my balls slapping against her. Now I only thought about myself, at the incredible pressure in my balls, the hot sticky contractions of my dick, sending my eyes rolling into the back of my fucking head.

“Fuck, Alice!” I grunted loudly, the last hard squirt of my cum, the sudden feeling of floating, of pure and undiluted joy.

I opened my eyes. Alice’s head was more upright. She winced slightly as I slid out of her, catching the sagging condom and rolling it up carefully. She’d killed me. The first time I’d ever come before a woman in nearly my entire life. I let her leg fall to the floor, watching for a moment as her chest heaved, those beautifully sculpted tits moving up and down with it, a slight sheen of sweat across the middle, just catching in the overhead glow from the kitchen lights.

Then I dropped to my knees, watching as her eyes widened.

“Cade?” Her voice was hoarse. “What are you doing?”

“Open your legs, Al. Spread yourself for me, baby.”

She stared down at me, just a moment longer than I would have liked. Something going on behind those light blue eyes.

“Abbie will be home soon.”

“Then you’d better spread those legs for me, baby. Unless you want her to see me eating you out in the kitchen. Fuck. I don’t mind.”

I wrapped my arm around her thigh, wrenching it off the floor a little too roughly, that she wobbled. Then I hooked it over my shoulder. Her pussy smelt hot and earthy, open just slightly from where I’d been buried inside it just a few moments ago. I edged forwards, taking a swipe at her with my tongue, licking over her swollen entrance and tasting the slight tanginess of her juices.

Alice gasped, pulling away from me. I grabbed at her hips, not letting her escape, and shuffled closer. Now she was wedged right against the bench with nowhere to go than ride my face. And I would not stop until she all but drowned me.

My tongue swiped against her, her hands going to my head, not sure where to put herself. I flicked lightly at the end of her clit, concentrating on the tiny twitching of her legs around my ears. Her breath hitched; the rhythm disrupted. Pulling her hips towards me, I yanked her down onto my face, my tongue licking and swirling. As I flicked it over her swollen clit once more, she whimpered, fingernails scratching my scalp and grabbing for my hair. I flicked it again, her hips moving involuntarily in response, stiffening as soon as she realised what she had done.

“Ride my face, Alice. Don’t hold back,” I said, pulling away enough that my words weren’t muffled into her folds.

She went to say something, but only a mumbled moan came from her mouth, as mine went back to her, sucking against the most sensitive part of her pussy right now. Her hips bucked again, and again, with each lick and suck over her swollen lips, over her clit, and then I pushed into her, licking at her engorged entrance.

“Shit,” she hissed from above me, her hips moving faster, my hands encouraging the movement.

“That’s it, Al,” I coaxed. “That’s a good girl.”

Letting go of one side of her, I felt between her legs, at the wetness pooling out of her sweet pussy and all over my face. Moving my mouth back to her clit, I swiped my fingers through the sticky warmth that leaked from her, coating the tips and then slowly guiding them inside of her pussy. She moved against my face, the moans and gasps now falling freely from her lips, her fists tightening on my hair. Then I crooked the top of my fingers, swirling them around in circles.

“Shit, Cade,” she cried again, her hips pushing down onto me.

I swirled my tongue faster, alternating between licking and sucking and then gently catching the end of her clit with my teeth.

“Cade,” her cry was strangled, a gasp, and a moan and a whimper all mixed into one.

I moved my fingers faster, plucking at her clit with my tongue.

“Cade, I can’t.”

She fucking could.

I took my lips off her clit, my thumb replacing where my mouth had been, my fingers still buried in her pussy, working her harder. Her eyes were closed, her head rolling back on her shoulders, her arms rigid where she held onto my hair. But she rode each thrust of my fingers, pushing against my hand, pushing that swollen nub of hers into my thumb.

“How close are you, Al?” I asked, circling the fingers inside of her, watching her mouth fallen open in a silent ‘o’, her eyes squeezing together more tightly.

“Close,” she whispered so quietly I had to concentrate on the movement of her lips to really catch the words.

I moved harder inside her, feeling her legs shake around me. Then as her hands tightened in my hair, and the very follicle ends felt like they were going to be pulled out, I pushed my mouth back over her clit, sucking the delicate nub into my mouth, my tongue swirling on the very end.

Her cry filled the room. Her pussy forced down my face, covering my nose and mouth, her hips rocking back and forth as the orgasm possessed her. And on and on it went. I didn’t stop rotating my fingers. I didn’t stop licking and sucking and pulling at her. But soon she was going to suffocate me. And I couldn’t think of a better way to die.

Suddenly, her body trembled, the orgasm ebbing away, and her leg dropping from my shoulder. Alice breathed hard, long heavy breaths, as her weight dropped onto my face. My chin and mouth were soaked, a mix of my saliva and the sudden surge of juices as she came. And all I could smell was her pussy, earthy and tangy.

I rose to my feet, her eyelids fluttering open, seeing me but not quite seeing. Her nipples still hardened, the smoothness of her skin gone, a million tiny goosebumps all over her.

“You’re cold, Al.”

“I don’t know what I am,” she rasped, a faint smile pulling at her lips.

“Let’s get you warmed up.” I scooped her into my arms, holding her naked, spent body against my chest.

She didn’t complain, only wrapped her arms around my neck and lay her head on my shoulder. The intensity of her breathing slowed, but her heart still thumped against me, strong and determined. Slowing.

“Where’s your room, babe?”

“At the top of the house,” her words caressed my neck. “Up the next set of stairs.”

Carrying her out of the kitchen, I retreated, finding the hallway and climbing up towards the attic. There was only one door at the very top and I nudged it open with my foot.

“Where’s the light, Al?” I asked.

“There,” she mumbled, pointing to the left.

I elbowed the switch; the room coming alive in a rich glow. Her bed was on the back wall, half of it hidden under a hundred little cushions. Ripping the duvet to one side, most of them fell across the floor, the tiniest of soft dunks as they hit old floorboards. I slid Alice’s naked body in, pulling the thick duvet back over the top of her. She turned sideways, her eyelids drooping, then snapping open.

“Go to sleep little, Al.”

“The kittens…”

And as if on cue, the little box of blankets beside her bed rustled.

“I’ll feed the kittens.”

“You don’t know how.”

“You showed me last night, babe. Where’s the stuff?”

She wafted a limp arm towards a bag at the corner of the room.

“You won’t remember.” Her voice was growing fainter. Sleep about to take her like I just had.

“I can remember, Al. There’s no way I would forget last night.”

Reaching forward, I kissed her forehead and felt the flutter of her eyes. There was nothing of Alice I could forget. Absolutely nothing.