Dirty Scoundrel(44)

"Scoot up." I give her plump ass a light slap and then rub the spot. "Enough so I can lie back on the bed."

Confused, she crawls forward a foot or two, and then looks back at me. "What are you going to do?"

"Never you mind," I tell her. "You'll find out in a minute." I press  kisses to the curves of her delicious bottom, drawing out the tension a  little. Then, when she's good and squirming again, I lie back on the bed  and shimmy up until her knees are on my shoulders, and I've got the  prettiest sight a man ever saw-Natalie Weston's cunt spread inches from  my face.

Perfection.

I slide my hands up and down her thighs, rubbing them. "Lower that sweet pussy a little, baby."

Nat sucks in a breath, and then moans into her pillow when she realizes what I mean. "Clay, you want me to-"

"Hell yeah I do." Since she ain't movin' right away, I reach up and drag  a finger up and down her folds, coating it with her juices, and then  bring it to my mouth. "You taste so fuckin' good, baby."

She bites back her whimper, and then her ass wiggles just a little, and her hips ease down a fraction. "My skirt," she breathes.

Don't care about her skirt. All I care about is getting my mouth on her  pussy. I tuck the fabric of her skirt behind my head and give a little  tug on her thighs. "Lower, babe."

Nat moans, but she does as I ask, spreading her thighs wider so she can move her body down toward my face.

Then, she's there, a mere inch from my mouth, and the musk of her is  fillin' my nose with her scent. I love this. Love the way she smells,  the way she tastes, even love the pretty, flushed folds of her cunt and  the dark curls that surround it. I lift my head, eager to have a taste,  and drag my tongue up the seam of her body.

I can feel the tremble that rocks through her, can feel her thighs clench in response.

"More?" I ask, panting. If she says no, I might fling her down on the  bed and take what I want anyhow, I'm that far gone with need. Lick her  until that shy "no" becomes the "yes" she secretly wants it to be.

"God, yes," she breathes.         

     



 

Then I'm the one groaning. I drag my tongue over her sweetness again,  exploring her with tongue and lips, lapping up every bit of her arousal.  Each stroke of my tongue over her folds makes her move a little, her  hips shifting, and I know she's trying to subconsciously steer me toward  her clit, where she gets the greatest amount of pleasure. I'm going to  get there, though. I'm just going to take a little more time doing so. I  want her beside herself with need by the time I finally touch it.

So I continue to kiss and explore her folds, dipping my tongue into the  well of her core just once. I map her out with my lips, learning her  body and steaming the insides of her thighs with my hot breath. All the  while, she quietly wriggles atop of me, a mixture of impatience and  desire.

I stroke my fingers up and down the backs of her thighs, adding to my  teasing. I'm giving her all kinds of touches, but not the ones that will  bring her off, and she knows it.

Her movements become more impatient. "Clay," she pants. "Damn it, you're not playing fair."

"What's fair?" I ask between long, slow licks of her folds. Not the  juicy bits hiding in them, just the outside. Just enough to make her  crazy with unsatisfied lust.

"Not this!"

"Then how should I touch you?"

"Deep," she begs me. "So deep."

I can't refuse. Not when she begs so beautifully. I push my face deeper  into her folds, seeking out her clit with my tongue. I find the small  bump and begin to circle it, just how she likes, and her little noises  of delight grow louder by the moment. When I suck lightly on it, her  hips buck against my face and she makes a choking sound.

"Not so noisy," I chastise her, and slip a finger between her thighs, seeking out her core. "Or I can't give you more."

Her moan is almost inaudible, and she pushes the pillow against her face once more, seeking to stifle her sounds.

I love it, though. I love how wild she gets when I touch her, how my  reserved, lovely Natalie turns into a fierce, needy creature between the  sheets. I suck on her clit again, and push a finger into her core.

She inhales so deeply it almost sounds like a bull snorting, and I chuckle before licking her again.

"Not funny," she grits out in a low whisper. "You're a torturer."

Am I? I'll just have to torture her harder, then. I push a second finger  into her heat, and her cunt immediately clasps tight around them, and I  can feel her thighs quiver. She wants more. I thrust into her even as I  return to licking her clit, and she immediately moans. Her cunt  tightens around my fingers again, and I know she's close. I curl one of  my fingers forward, seeking the little rough patch that I've read online  should be there.

Nat nearly comes off the bed. This time, her moan isn't muffled by a pillow, and it echoes through the quiet room, overloud.

And fuck, I love it. My dick jerks in my pants, and I have to force  myself to remain in control. "You gotta quiet down, baby," I whisper.  "Don't want anyone to come in and see me with my face buried in this  sweet pussy-"

Nat gives another choked moan, and then she's coming, her cunt  tightening reflexively around my fingers over and over again. I don't  want to stop, though. I want her to keep coming. I want her to come so  hard that she tears up the bed, so I keep thrusting into her, my finger  curved to find that G-spot on her walls, and I keep sucking and working  her clit.

"Clay," she whines, panting. "I can't- I need- Oh-oh!"

She comes again, a scream muffled into her pillow. This time, when she  comes, I feel a surge of wetness from between her thighs, and my tongue  is coated with it. I feel an incredible sense of accomplishment. I think  I just made my girl squirt. Hot damn, if that doesn't make a man feel  like a fucking king.

Her movements slow over me, and the constant quivering of her hips turns  slow and languid as her orgasms begin to ebb. She tries to crawl off of  me, to get away from my insistent mouth, but I lock an arm around her  thigh and hold her in place, continuing to fuck her with both tongue and  fingers.

When she comes again, I have mercy on her and let her flop onto her back  next to me. Cool air rushes over my face and I wipe the taste of her  from my lips and beard, satisfied that she's been well-pleasured but  aching for my own release. I glance over and her face is flushed bright  red, her eyes glazed, her hair a disheveled mess. Her mouth is swollen  and the pillow next to her is wet in one corner from where she's been  biting down.

She looks so completely pleasured and fucked good, and my cock hasn't even been inside her yet.         

     



 

"I love you," she says weakly. "If I didn't love you before, god, I'd sure love you after that."

I can't help but grin, and I get to my feet, undoing the buckle on my  belt before sliding it to the floor. I want to feel her skin against  mine. Want to touch her and feel her body clasp around mine. "Want me to  go another round between those pretty thighs?" I ask, using one hand to  strip my jeans off, and the other to smooth up her leg. Can't help  touching her. It's like an addiction.

Her hands slide down her skirts to her pussy and she cups it, shielding  it from my touch. "Think I'd rather have you inside me," she says  softly. "I feel so hollow right now, and I need to be filled up."

I groan at the sound of that. I strip off the rest of my clothes faster  than I ever thought I could get undressed, and then I'm back on her  girly bed, between her thighs. Her skirts are hiked up at her hips, her  legs splayed wide, and I grab one knee and lead her leg to my hip.

She immediately hooks it around me, pulling me down to her. "Clay," she breathes. "My sweet Clay."

I cover her body with mine and lean in to kiss her, light and gentle.  Her lips are soft and taste so good, and what should have been one quick  kiss turns into long minutes of nothing more than kissing, over and  over again, my mouth caressing hers. "Feels good to know I have all the  time in the world to claim you."

Her smile is shy. "Forever, if you want."

"That'll do for starters." I reach between us and rub the head of my cock up and down her folds, slicking it with her juices.

Her arms go around my neck and she shifts her hips, moving against my  cock. "You want me to go on the pill now? I want you inside me with no  condom. I want to feel all of you."

I'm surprised to hear my own wants and needs echoed by her. Just  reinforces the fact that we've always been perfect for each other, and  it's only our own stubbornness that's been keeping us apart all this  time. "I want to be inside you like that," I admit, and then take it one  step further. "But I don't want you on the pill."

"You don't?"

I shake my head. "I want you to have my baby. I want a family together.  Can't have that if you're on the pill. Maybe it's a crazy thought, but  the thought of fillin' you up with my cum makes me feel this primal sort  of . . . pleasure."