Till Summer Do Us Part(94)

“Don’t hide from me,” I say as I switch to her other breast. “Let me hear you. You know I like it loud.”

But she doesn’t say anything, just remains quiet, so I decide to take matters into my own hands. I release her from my mouth and then push her back on the bed, laying her down. I reach for the waistband of her underwear, and I pull it down until it’s completely off, leaving her bare.

“You’re such a good girl,” I say as I spread her legs, pushing them wide, only for her to close them back up. “What are you doing?”

“Wh-what are you doing?” she asks.

“Fucking taking a taste. Spread them.”

“I…I don’t…I feel like maybe skip that.”

“Skip that?” I nearly feel my eyes pop out of my sockets. “You’re going to deny me from taking a taste of you?”

“Just…you won’t like it. Matt never—”

“Let’s get one thing fucking straight,” I say as I move over her. “I’m not Matt, and I love eating pussy, so spread your goddamn legs.”

Hesitantly, she spreads them, but I help her spread them even more and then bend her knees up, all the way to her chest, exposing her just the way I want.

“Oh God,” she whispers.

“Louder,” I say. “I want you louder, Scottie. Don’t make me repeat myself.”

Then I move down to her bare pussy and glide my finger over her slit.

“Shit,” she says, this time a touch louder.

“You’re so fucking wet.” I swipe at her slit again and then bring my fingers to her eyes. “See that? You’re wet and ready for me.” Then I suck on them. My eyes nearly roll to the back of my head from the first taste. “Motherfucker,” I say right before I swipe at her pussy, lapping up her sweet taste. “Fuck, you taste amazing. Jesus, Scottie.”

I part her with my fingers and lose all semblance of control as the sweetness of her arousal overtakes me. Like goddamn honey. Matt never liked this? He has lost his goddamn mind, because I would live here. It’s obvious from the way I go feral as I try to lap up as much of her taste as I can. Soft, wet, fucking delicious, easily the best pussy I’ve ever eaten.

She tenses below me and tries to close her legs, but I keep them apart with a push while I drive long strokes over her clit.

“Fuck,” she moans.

“Louder, Scottie.”

I glance up to see her eyes squeeze shut as she shudders out a long breath. “Fuck,” she says louder. “Oh…fuck.” Her hand falls to my hair, where she pulls on the strands. “God, right…right there.”

“That’s it, baby. Talk to me. Tell me what you want.”

“Sl-slower. Drag it out.”

I listen and slow down my tongue, applying pressure as I drag over her clit.

“Oh my fucking God,” she breathes out as she tenses. “Oh fuck, yes, Wilder. Oh my God, like that.”

I continue to stroke and stroke and stroke until her breathing becomes incredibly labored and her legs fall open, no longer trying to hide from me. That’s when I pull my mouth away and let her just feel.

Her eyes fall open, and she’s about to ask what I’m doing when I bring my mouth back to her clit, but instead of long, flat strokes, I press the tip of my tongue against her and flick.

“Jesus.” She shifts beneath me, and her hands fall to the sheets under us. “Oh God, what…oh fuck, what is…oh my God, Wilder.”

I flick harder.

Faster.

Her head falls back. Her nipples point straight to the ceiling. Her hands curl into fists as they grip the sheets.

“Oh my God. Oh fuck. Wilder, I’m…I’m…” She doesn’t get to finish her sentence, because her orgasm tips her right over the edge.

I push my fingers inside her and continue to ride out her orgasm, letting her walls contract around my fingers.

I envision that feeling around my cock.

I salivate over the thought of fucking her.

Of driving deep inside her.

Of pleasuring her with my piercings.

Giving her a new experience she’ll never forget.

I continue to lick her until she has fully settled and relaxed. Her eyes flash open, and the smallest of smiles passes over her lips before she covers her mouth.

“Are you about to fucking laugh?” I ask, sitting up.

She shakes her head, but she’s lying.

“You are. You’re about to laugh.” I grip her side and give her a tiny shake, which of course causes her to let out that laugh of hers. “Why the fuck are you laughing?”

“I’m sorry,” she says in a cutely shy way. “I just…I’ve never spoken like that before.”

I lift a brow. “You mean when you come?”

“Yeah,” she says. “I just shocked myself is all.”

“Good,” I say and then smooth my hand up her stomach and between her breasts, where I rest my palm, right at the base of her neck. Her smile falters, and her breathing picks up again. “I like that you shocked yourself. It was incredibly hot, Scottie.”

She swallows and then lifts up and pulls me in close so her lips press against mine.

And I fucking love that.

I love that she has no problem kissing me after I’ve gone down on her. I love that she wants more. I love that she feels confident enough to even seek out more.