She didn’t know which felt better. The slick feel of him, or the way he gazed at her. He obviously enjoyed watching her reaction, which ranged from clenching all over hard, and begging him to carry on as her head went back against the pillow.
“Good?” he asked, but it needn’t have been a question. She knew he could tell, because the harder she shuddered and the more sounds she made, the filthier he went. He caught the edge of one sensitive little bud with his teeth, while rubbing at the other with the wet pad of his thumb—because of course he licked that too, before going for it.
She wasn’t even sure if she could really call what he did a lick. It felt more like a suck, as if he’d decided to put on some filthy show for her, before pinching that one little stiff nipple into the most sensitive and impossible point.
“Like that?” he asked. She had no answer for him. The sensation she’d experienced before—of something skittering over her skin—became a great torrent of molten lava, pouring down, down to her swollen bud.
Which also happened to be the exact direction his mouth was going.
Her face heated just at the thought. But that was fine, because by that point her face had become some sort of raging inferno anyway. He wasn’t likely to notice one more fire amidst the blaze, and especially when he had so many other things to pay attention to.
Like the underside of her right breast. And then somewhere that wasn’t quite her breast at all. And then even lower than that—was that her belly he’d started kissing? She felt almost certain it was, even though that whole area seemed like the last place anyone would want to touch.
She knew what his looked like. Hard and solid. Whereas hers had sort of a lot of curving in places it definitely shouldn’t have any curving, and it went in when he kissed it because bike riding only really toned her ass and thighs. It didn’t do anything to the area he was currently licking, and it certainly didn’t do anything to the place he kissed a moment later.
Nothing toned that area. In fact, she wasn’t even sure if anything could tone that area. She’d never seen a strapline on the front of some magazine she wasn’t allowed to read—Twenty Ways to Make the Top Bit of Your Vagina Nice and Firm.
Though by God she wished she had, right at that moment in time. Even less crazy articles like, Yes Your Dream Was Correct, Men Do This to Women Too would have helped, but instead she had to make do with the crazy siren in her head screaming, Oh my God, he’s getting really close to all of your spread-open pussy.
Because he was, Lord he was. And he was almost definitely going to…you know. Put his mouth there. Where no one had so much as looked before, never mind anything else.
“You want me to?” he asked, but yet again she found no answer in her absolutely empty head. She didn’t even know what the to he was offering might be. It amazed her that she could remember what a blowjob was, but this thing…did people honestly do this thing, outside her imagination?
Did guys put their mouths between a girl’s legs? And did the girls usually feel almost paralyzed with anticipation, right before it happened?
She suspected not, and tried to behave accordingly. Reassuringly. Sure Van, you go right ahead and lick my pussy, she thought at him, but wasn’t sure her facial expression matched. Her facial expression felt like oh my fucking God, I’m going to pass out.
Plus she’d kind of bunched the sheets into her fists. And no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t stop her body from trembling. The bed was practically shaking with it before he’d even laid the first hot, wet stripe the length of her slit—which he did, whether she could take it or not.
He didn’t even go about it quickly, without eye contact. He just licked long and slow over her pussy, until every bone in her body melted and ran right out of her.
“Yeah, that’s it,” he said, though she hardly knew what he was referring to. Her reaction? Her reaction seemed way out of proportion with what he’d done. She cried out his name—embarrassingly loudly—and then really did try to get away.
But he held her fast. Two hands spread over her thighs now. Thumbs notched in a giddily sensitive place, between groin and leg. That tongue sliding wetly over everything on the surface, before working all the way in.
She didn’t think she could stand all the way in. Him rubbing her clit through her panties had seemed like too much, but now here he was, stroking through her folds, with something other than a finger. Every touch of his tongue so long and wet and agonizing, somehow. The bliss clung for a second and then dissipated, clung then dissipated, and each feeling fed the other. Stoked it higher. Made her beg for more.