“Papa,” I whispered. “Please…”
“All in good time, mishka,” he murmured. “Now, let me see…”
He was leaning down again, looking closely at the juncture between my thighs. Despite my eagerness, I found myself suddenly nervous and shy again. Without thinking about it, I started to close my legs.
“Mishka…” Salt looked up at me sternly. “No, my darling—you must not try to hide yourself. Come now, open up. Spread your legs for Papa.”
I felt my heart stutter in my chest and I did as he said, opening my thighs for his pleasure.
Apparently Salt liked what he saw. He made a low, approving sound deep in his throat as he leaned over to get a better look at me.
I looked too and was embarrassed to realize how hot and wet I was getting. The thin white silk panties were soaked with my juices to the point where they were almost completely see-through. The damp fabric clung to my swollen pussy lips which were opening on their own, spreading to show the little pink pearl of my clit begging for his attention.
“Mmm, mishka, look how wet you are for Papa,” Salt growled softly. He ran one fingertip down my cleft, sliding gently over my throbbing clit and making me moan and jump.
“Yes,” I admitted in a low voice. “Yes, Papa, I am wet—so wet for you.” I couldn’t help myself—my hips were rising to meet his touch. I craved the feeling of his mouth and lips and tongue all over my throbbing cunt.
“Look at these sweet hips coming up to meet me. I think you want your Papa to taste your pussy.” He looked up at me, his eyes lazy with lust. “Is that right, my little darling?”
I bit my lip. “Yes, Papa,” I whispered.
Salt gave me his one-sided smile.
“If you want it, then you must ask for it, mishka. I want you to say, ‘Please, Papa, spread my pussy open and taste me.’ Can you do that for me?”
My heart felt like it was going to pound its way out of my chest. God, we were really going all the way with this, weren’t we? Or Salt was and he was waiting for me to follow his lead. I didn’t hesitate.
“Please, Papa,” I whispered, feeling embarrassed and incredibly turned on at the same time. “Please spread my pussy open and…and taste me.”
“With pleasure, mishka,” Salt rumbled. First he pressed a gentle kiss to my mound, making me tremble at the feel of his hot breath against my vulnerable pussy. Then he hooked his fingers in the waistband of my panties and tugged.
I trembled and lifted my hips for him so that he could strip the soaked panties down my thighs and off my legs. Then I lay on the bed, completely open for him with my breasts and sex exposed and on display.
Salt growled with approval and pulled me closer to the edge of the bed. He got on his knees before me and pressed between my thighs, his broad shoulders splitting me wide.
I expected him to dive right in, but apparently he wanted to savor the experience.
“Look at this soft little pussy, all spread open just for Papa,” he murmured, catching my eyes and holding them. “I can see how your little clit is swollen and throbbing—do you need Papa to kiss you there, mishka?”
“Yes,” I whispered, following his lead. “Please, Papa—I feel so achy and hot there. My little button needs your kisses.”
“Of course it does, my darling. But first I must taste the rest of you.” Leaning forward he lapped gently at the crease between my thigh and my pussy.
“Salt!” I groaned. “Papa…what are you doing?”
“Before I can taste you properly, I must clean up all your pussy honey.” He gave me a stern look. “Just relax and spread wide for your Papa, mishka. You must be patient—I promise I will taste your sweet little cunt when the time is right.”
Then he went back to licking around my inner thighs, cleaning every trace of my juices away with his hot, wet tongue, moving slowly…so slowly inward towards my pussy.
But even when he finally finished with my thighs, he still didn’t get anywhere near my clit. Instead, he sucked my outer pussy lips into his mouth, gently mouthing them until I moaned and squirmed under him.
“Be still, mishka,” he said sternly, looking up at me. “If you do not, I may have to punish you.”