Page 46 of Not So Goode

In, and this time I found her clit, and it was prominent and firm, ready for my touch. One soft flick of my finger, and she shook all over, flinching bodily, gasping a breathy shriek. So,sosensitive. Another flick, and she whimpered, gasped, and her hips flexed.

I needed more of her.

Twisting, settling her on her back, I straddled her. Her palm cupped the back of my head as I dipped kisses over her throat, and then pushed up her shirt to bare the most magnificent pair of breasts I’ve ever had the privilege of laying eyes on. Plump and firm, high, perky, big enough to fill my hand, wide round dark areolae and big pink thick nipples, sweet as plums and just as firm. I suckled her breast into my mouth and she cried out, arched her back, and cradled my head against her body, holding me there—as if I’d ever leave, now that I had such incredible tits in my mouth.

I palmed the one I wasn’t licking and sucking, pinching her nipple.

My hand was still in her leggings. A finger inside her, slipping in and out, delving into her tight channel and spreading her slippery essence around her clit until she was moaning. Then I started a circle with my fingertips, just two of them, a gentle delicate touch, barely making contact.

She whimpered, gasped, cried out—her hips moved in time with my fingers, and I flicked my tongue against her nipple in synch.

Within sixty seconds, she was shaking all over, and I brought her over the edge and kept her there, and god love me, she was crying out, wordless, hips spasming, pushing. I needed more, more. I was greedy for her, now. I’d had a taste, and now I needed more. Needed to taste her sweetness on my tongue.

I slid down her body, bringing my hands to curl inside the waist of her leggings. She buried her fingers in my hair, and I glanced up at her. Her eyes were wide, wild. Lucid.

Still.

“Tell me you want it.”

“Crow…” she breathed.

I tugged her leggings down an inch, baring the top of her pubis. “Need to know you’re with me, Charlie.”

“Ohmygod,Crow.”

Never heard my name said that way. Sultry. Sensual. Desperate. Her voice was music, my name the melody and the lyrics. It made my already painful dick throb so hard I groaned at the searing pain of its rigidity.

“You with me, Charlie?” I gazed up at her, meeting her eyes.

Blue, azure and intense, fixed on me with a tumult of emotion. No denial, no fear or worry or doubt. She swallowed hard. “Y-yeah.”

I heard the hesitation, but she closed her eyes, tipped her head back, and feathered her fingers in my hair—and that feeling of her hands on my scalp, fingertips tingling through my hair…it was more than I could take.

I tugged her leggings down further, and she lifted her butt off the couch to allow me to pull them past her butt, down to her knees. Now with her shoes off and her leggings tangled up between her knee and the couch she was splayed open, her sex was a delicate pink flower. I kissed the inside of her thigh, and she gasped, flinched—the tender silken skin melted under my tongue as I kissed closer and closer to her slit, and when I got there, I smelled her desire, a pungent perfume. I tasted her.

She whimpered as she presented her core for me.

I licked her, long and slow, using my tongue fat and flat, and then hard and thin and probing, circling around her clit. She whined in the back of her throat, a small sound of desperation. I slid a finger into her, curled, and she lifted her hips off the couch, demonstrating her need.

I breathed on her, a hot breath against her soft wet center. She wiggled, huffed a not-quite laugh. I licked her again, and then set a rhythm, fast and relentless. My neck ached, and my tongue too, but her moans made it all worth it.

After the first orgasm, the second was slower in coming, building gradually. A breath, a gasp. A whimper, a sigh. My fingers moved, my tongue slicked and circled. I pulled away and then used my fingers on her clit, until she responded, giving herself up to pleasure. Wanting to please her, I devoured her again with my mouth, taking my time, not hurrying her.

When her hips began to flex, I slid off the couch and pivoted to kneel on the floor, twisting her, pulling her ass off the edge of the couch, holding her aloft. Bringing her slit to my mouth, I gave her the speed and intensity she needed to get the rest of the way there.

She was whimpering, trying to flex, to move, but I had her at my mercy. She tasted sweet, so sweet. Her ass flexed taut in my hands, and her legs hooked around my neck, thighs quivering, pinioning. I welcomed them, letting her squeeze her thick strong thighs against my face, my neck. God, yes, it felt incredible.

She was writhing, now. I opened my eyes and watched as her big lush tits jiggled and swayed, falling to one side as she twisted, pushing her core against my mouth, trying to extract every bit of feeling.

“Oh-oh-ohgodCROW!” Shit, her voice was tight and hoarse and maybe a bit shocked.

I hummed, moaning my pleasure at the sounds this gorgeous woman was making. I held her in place, firm against my mouth, devouring her with every ounce of my energy, creating a rhythm that answered my insatiable hunger for her slick sex. Slurping her essence, the flexing bubble and swell of her beautiful ass in my hands, her soft thighs vise strong around my face, her hands boldly gripped in my hair, yanking me against her, wantonly grinding her slit against my mouth, forcing her rhythm on me.

The harder she demonstrated her need, the more I gave her, wilder and faster, until her hips were pumping and her breasts were heaving and her voice was lifted in a loud song of crazed luxuriation. Screaming, screaming, careless and heedless of who may hear. All lush bare skin and soft flesh sweat-smeared, fingers knotted in my hair, grinding and grinding against my tongue.

The buildup was so slow, from gentle movements to whimpers, to soft cries and then gently circling her hips, loud gasps of needy, thrusting sex, and finally to madly pumping hips and hoarse screams of orgasmic abandon.

“Crow, Crow, Crow—god, Crow fuck, yes, god yes, please please more please yes god please yes—oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck ohhhh fuckohffffuck!”