"Don't do that," I breathed, almost begging. "Please, Tasha...you're killing me."
"Don't do what?" She asked innocently, pushing her finger down between her lips and closing her eyes a little as the sensation hit her.
That was it. I lunged towards her again and pulled her into my arms, carrying her onto the beach and laying her down at the water's edge where the sand was wet and firm. Before she even had time to protest I was kissing her neck, ducking my head down to her breasts so I could flick my tongue over her hard little nipples, one after the other.
"Kaden," she gasped, digging her fingers into my scalp as I went a little further and sucked one nipple into my mouth, running my tongue over it until she squirmed.
"See?" I told her, kissing my way over to the other breast. "This is what happens when you torment a man. You get eaten." I kept going, trailing my lips down her belly, lower, to the little strip of closely trimmed hair just above her clit.
"Are you," she started, pausing to inhale sharply as I got closer to where I knew she wanted me, "going to eat me, Kaden?"
"Mm-hm," I replied, spreading her sex with my fingers and shifting my hips against the sand as my cock twitched. "I'm going to eat you alive, Tasha. There's not going to be anything left of you when I'm finished."
I pushed the very tip of my tongue against her clit at the exact moment she was going to answer and her reply - "Good." - came out as a gasp more than a word.
I knew Tasha's body by then, how she liked to be touched, gently at first, slowly, and then steadily harder and quicker. I swirled my tongue around her little nub over and over, refusing to intensify it until she was pushing her hips up to me, arching her back and begging me for more.
"Please, Kaden..." she whispered as I used my shoulders to push her legs open ever wider.
"Please what?" I replied, giving her a taste of her own medicine.
But there was no saying no, no holding back when Tasha was laid out in front of me like that, needing only me. I sucked her clit into my mouth gently and started to move my tongue a little faster, little up-and-down flicks. Her thighs were slippery by then, wet against my face and her breathing was getting uneven. She was close.
When I heard that series of sharp little gasps that always signaled the imminent arrival of her orgasm I pushed two fingers into her, clenching my jaw at the feeling of her muscles starting to contract around them.
She's quiet sometimes, my beautiful girl. Not always, but we didn't often have complete privacy before the wedding and we'd both nearly mastered the art of the muffled groan. Not that time. She threw her head back and screamed as the climax shook her body and I kept up the pace, pulling her along the edge and then sending her over it.
I waited until every last little twitch had melted away and then looked up at my wife from between her legs. She was panting, holding the back of her hand to her forehead, unable to speak. I was in a different state, given the hardness of my cock, but when I tried to move up, aching to be inside her, she rolled over.
"No," she said, still breathless. "Not yet. Not that. Here, stand up, Kaden."
I stood up and she was right there on her knees in front of me right away, looking up at me like my cock was the greatest thing she'd ever seen. And before I even had time to reach down and brush the dark curls off her cheek she slid her tongue underneath the head - just the head - of me until my breath came out in a heavy moan.
I looked down and watched Tasha at work as the warm smoothness of her mouth enveloped me, drawing the cum in my balls closer and closer to the release point. Jesus, it didn't feel like it was going to be long. She knew it, too, because she put her hands on the front of my thighs and held me back when I couldn't help starting to thrust a little.
"Slow down," she smiled, pausing for a second, "I want to get you so close you can't breathe, Kaden."
Saying things like that didn't do anything to help Tasha's cause. She lowered her lips a little more, taking some of my shaft in and I felt my hands clenching into fists as the pleasure thrummed its way down my cock.
"Goddamn," I breathed, my voice thick and low. "Goddammit, baby. That feels so good."
She waited until I was starting to get there and then, just when I was about to let myself go with it, pulled away so she could kiss her way down to my balls, running her open mouth over me, licking and just barely sliding her palm over the head of my cock.
There's nothing like the look in Tasha's eyes when she wants me, when she's getting off on pleasing me. That's what she looked like on the beach that day, her expression almost one of pain as she forced herself to take her time. When she paused befoe sliding her sweet mouth back down on me I reached down and ran my fingers over her lips.