My gut hollows and my belly trembles. All I can do is stare at his lips as he licks them again.
He strips off his shirt and pushes his jeans down, shedding them. Then he takes my ankles and pulls me to the edge of the mattress as though his wrist isn’t stitched and bandaged. I bite my bottom lip. He falls onto the bed next to me.
His good hand goes to my breast. He massages one as his mouth finds the other. His tongue circles my areola and flicks my pebbled nipple. Each time he bumps it, there’s a direct pull on my womb.
My pulse quickens and centers at my pussy. He cups my mound over my panties, rubbing my clit through the fabric. He moves south, leaving a fiery trail to my belly button. My fingers go to his crown, threading in his long hair.
He slides his tongue around the rim of my navel, so softly, it almost tickles. Then he sucks there, slipping the tip of his tongue inside and back out only to do it again. I let out a shaky breath as his finger wriggles under the elastic at the edge of my curls. He pulls the fabric away, and moves his head further down.
I squeeze my knees together. “Danny.”
He kisses the skin just above my curls and feathers his tongue down into the exposed area. “Hmm?”
I tighten my legs, but he moves so his chin pushes between them.
“Danny?”
He pulls the waist band of my underwear further down, and his tongue flicks over my clit. A jolt of electricity shoots through me. I arch my back, and my legs open just a bit. Danny moves so his elbow is wedged between my legs, but doesn’t let go of my panties.
Again the tip of his tongue glides over my bud, slower this time. Another flash of energy zips through me.
Then he latches on to that small, exposed part of my pussy and sucks my nub. My hips move to tilt my pelvis forward. I don’t even mean to, but it happens anyway. Danny yanks and my lace panties rip loose. He throws them over his shoulder as he shoves his elbow further between my thighs, shouldering his way in, separating my legs.
My hand goes to his crown. It’s just sowing wild oats, right? Oats are all right—a good thing even. I tighten my fingers in his hair when he flattens his tongue and swipes it from the bottom to the top of my slit as his hot mouth convinces me.
“Oh, God, Danny.”
His chuckle vibrates through my pussy. His warm breath on my clit heats me to my core. His fingers dance along the edge of my thigh. He moves his lips to the skin he’s just touched. Kissing from one side across my nub to the other thigh, he spreads my legs even more with his shoulders.
He slides his finger across my bud, circling lightly. “Did you want to tell me something, Mo?”
Did I? I don’t remember? A little sound emits from the back of my throat, but I can’t pull any words from my mind to answer.
He slips his finger between my folds. He lets out another breath over my bud. “You’re good and wet, Sweets.”
He covers my slit and sucks my pussy lips into his mouth, then he wiggles his tongue between them, dipping into my entrance. “You’re delicious. Anyone ever tell you that? Absolutely delectable.”
Still I can’t answer, not with his tongue delving deep into my folds, his finger circling my clit.
I pull my legs up and lay them open until my knees are flat on the bed. Every breath I take trembles as Danny explores my body. He does things I’ve never experienced, sliding his tongue and fingers into places that have never been touched by another human being. And it’s hellish, because it’s so perfect.
Oats. That’s all.
My lower belly fills with heated pressure as he pushes a finger into my entrance. I shift, and he caresses a spot just inside at the top. My hips move with his hand, rubbing against him as though my body has a mind of its own. He pulls down on the bottom of my slit as his tongue tickles my nub.
When he covers me with his mouth again, he sucks hard as he slips another finger in with the first, stretching me. The coil of pressure tightens inside, until my feet push at the edge of the bed and I lift my pussy to his mouth, my ass off the mattress.
He sucks harder and I moan. He answers with his own short “hmm”, which vibrates through my body. I grab the sheets at my sides. Danny moves his fingers in and out, pumping them the way he told me to do the other day. Two of them—filling me.
The wet noises as he licks and sucks my pussy along with his hand thrusting deep inside—together they drive me crazy. It’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard. So moist because he’s pleasuring me. My head turns side to side as he suckles my clit again, cranking the coil in my lower belly even tighter.
Heat floods my pussy and I twist the sheets in my fingers while I push harder against Danny’s mouth. He slows his movements—excruciatingly so. His tongue tickles my bud, but barely touches it, pulling back until I’m desperate for the return of that pressure on my entrance.