Shadowed(102)

His words sent a new rush of desire through her, and she had to bite her lip from crying out when he lowered his head and kissed her again, this time on her bare, open cunt.

His breath was hot as he pressed his lips to her throbbing button, and he held the kiss for a long, long time. Nina bit her lip as she felt the tip of his tongue brush lightly around her, circling her clit with feather-light licks without actually touching her at the very center where she needed him the most.

“Reddix,” she complained when he finally pulled away. “You’re driving me crazy.”

He gave her that lazy grin again. “That’s the idea, sweetheart. Didn’t I tell you we’d take it slow?”

“You did, but I didn’t think it would be this slow.”

“We’re making progress,” he assured her. “Speaking of that, how about letting me see the rest of you?”

“The…the rest?”

“You know what I mean,” he growled. “I want to take off your panties and spread your pussy completely. Want to see all of you up close before I taste you. All right, Nina?”

Nina bit her lip again, but she knew there was no real choice. She was aching for him—throbbing to have more of his mouth on her. Slowly, she nodded.

“All right—take them all the way off.”

“Good girl,” he murmured again.

Taking his time, he slid the damp lace all the way down her legs and threw the lacy panties the floor. Then he put his big, warm hands on Nina’s inner thighs, spreading and caressing her at the same time.

“Such a pretty little pussy,” he murmured, running his hands up and down her thighs. “So open and wet. Look at all the sweet honey you’re making for me.” Gently he stroked over her open pussy with two fingertips and brought them away glistening with her juices.

“I…can’t help it,” Nina moaned as his fingers slid over her clit. “Can’t help getting wet when you…you touch me like that.”

“What about when I touch you like this?” He stroked over her open folds again, but this time he didn’t stop. Two thick fingers breached her entrance and slid deep into her pussy, making Nina moan again.

“God, Reddix…”

“This is how I’m going to make you come,” he murmured, looking into her eyes as his thick fingers began to pump into her. “I’m going to fuck you very deep and slow with my fingers while I lick your sweet little cunt. I’m going to suck your clit and stroke it slowly with my tongue until I feel you squeezing all around me…” His fingers continued to move.

“God…” she whispered again.

“Then, when I feel you coming, I’m going to pull my fingers out and fuck you with my tongue instead,” he murmured, his eyes blazing with lust. “Going to tonguefuck you and lap up every drop of that sweet honey you’ll make for me. Understand?”

“Yes…” Nina was beyond protesting, beyond denying him anything. She spread her legs wider, offering herself to him completely. “Yes,” she whispered again. “Please…please do it.”

* * * * *

Reddix didn’t have to be asked twice. The sweet feminine scent of her open pussy was intoxicating, and the brief taste of her honey he’d gotten earlier while kissing her clit wasn’t nearly enough. He wanted more—wanted to bury his face between her thighs and lick and suck and taste until he’d memorized her flavor, until the memory of her sweetness was burned into his soul forever.

Gods, how he needed this—needed her. He hadn’t been lying to Nina when he called his desire to taste her a hunger. She was so beautiful—so ripe and ready and open. He wanted to ravish her with his tongue, wanted to make her come harder than she ever had in her life and hear her call his name while she did it.

With a low groan, he lowered his head once more and sucked the ripe little bud of her clit between his lips.

Nina moaned and bucked her hips up, her inner channel tightening around his fingers in response to the new pleasure. Reddix’s shaft surged hard against the inner confines of his trousers, but this wasn’t about him—it was about pleasuring the woman he loved, probably for the last time. It was about giving Nina something to remember him by—something she would never forget. Pressing his fingers deeper and harder into her pussy, he redoubled his efforts on her throbbing clit.

Her flavor made him even harder than her scent. Sweet and salty, she tasted perfect—a flavor he’d been craving all his life and had finally found. Groaning low in his throat, he lapped her harder, dragging his tongue over her slippery folds, bathing his face in her sweet sex as he thrust his fingers deeply into her, urging her to make even more honey.