Page 15 of Soft On Her
“Your pussy tastes so fuckin’ good,” she moaned into my pussy, the vibrations driving me crazier. I was in the butterfly position, giving her full access to me, and Sneaux knew exactly what to do with it. The sounds of her sucking and slurping bounced off the walls in the silent house, then she dipped two fingers in and slightly curled them back towards her every time she slid them back inside. I was no longer good. My legs clamped around her ears as the orgasm that rose in my stomach forcefully shot through me. I relinquished control of my body as my eyes clamped shut and my spine arched involuntarily. It felt like I was levitating as I rode out one of the best orgasms I’d ever experienced.
Sneaux slowly lifted her face covered in my juices as she crawled up to kiss me. My body was spent, but I couldn’t let her outshine me. Cupping the sides of Sneaux’s face, I kissed her deeply, then broke the kiss to slap her ass. “Come sit on my face. Let me taste you,” I pleaded.
“Only because you asked so nicely,” she smirked, sitting up. Before she could get far, I gathered enough strength to lift myself up and cup her breasts, allowing my tongue to explore them. I licked and slurped them, loving the way the piercing felt brushing against my tongue just as much as her flesh. I trailed my left hand down to her pussy, and she was even wetter than before. One swipe over her lips and I had enough juices to bring up to coat both nipples so I could lick it off. Cupping both breasts, I took turns sucking the rest of the juices off her nipples and the piercings. Sneaux’s desperate moans were the perfect melody filling the room.
“You taste just as good as I thought you would,” I purred.
“My pussy wants to see what that tongue can do too,” Sneaux rasped, grinding into my thigh, her wet pussy reminding me that she was the priority.
I lay back and grabbed Sneaux’s hips, pulling her forward. “Bring that pretty pussy to me. When I save your number in my phone, it’s definitely going to be Ms. Pretty Pussy,” I cooed, biting into my bottom lip.
She kneed up my body until her pussy was hovering over me. I helped her, spreading her pussy lips so I could have unobstructed access to her engorged clit. My mission was to make Sneaux feel just as good as she made me. Her clit was drenched in juices from waiting patiently, making it softer and extremely sensitive, so I took my time, giving her all of the attention she needed.
“Hi, Ms. Pretty pussy.” I greeted her pussy with the first peck, and I felt Sneaux’s body jerk; her swollen nub felt perfect against my plump lips. “It’s nice to meet you.” I kissed her clit again, but that time I swiped my tongue across it before I pulled back to drop my final line. “This is the last set of lips you’ll ever meet,” I announced before placing a final kiss and sucking her clit into my mouth.
“Shiiiit,” Sneaux sighed.
My tongue snaked around her sloppy clit, licking her clean before wrapping my lips around it and letting my tongue flick rapidly. My tongue rivaled the speed of a boxer working a speed bag, gliding back and forth over her clit at a relentless pace.
“Shit, Milani baby,” Sneaux squealed, making me wetter. My name sounded so beautiful rolling off her tongue like that.
Gripping Sneaux’s ass cheeks, I pulled her in closer and slipped my tongue down to her pussy. In and out. In and out. My tongue slid into her pussy until she caught my rhythm, grinding into my tongue while low pants escaped her.
“Right there, Milani! I’m about to cum,” she cried out.
I released the grip I had on her ass and gently rubbed circles around her clit with my thumb.
“Ohhhh fuck!” Sneaux shrieked, her legs quaking while she rode the orgasm.
I held her in place, ramming my tongue in and out until I felt her body relax in my grasp. Pulling my tongue free, Sneaux lifted off me and scooted down my chest until she was sitting on my thighs while she caught her breath. I reached up to tweak her nipples, but she swatted them away.
“I can’t handle anything else,” she fretted. “I’m tapping out. My body is dead after whatever you just did to me.”
Emitting a low, lazy giggle, our gazes lingered. We were both clearly lost in thought. My mind wandered to all the women who helped Sneaux become so skillful at eating pussy and got aggravated all over again. Yeah, we were both still coo coo for Cocoa Puffs over each other. It just took me a while to find my way back home.
“Sneaux. I love you,” I professed as she stared down at me with stars in her eyes. “If you don’t want me to throw my dagger through the carotid artery of whatever bitch was on the phone, I suggest you tell her to check out of whatever hotel room you paid for in the morning and forget that you exist.”
She emitted a low chuckle. “I didn’t hear the joke.”
“That was my best friend, Quinn. You’ll meet her soon,” her low, lazy eyes told me she was exhausted.
“Come on. I wanna take a shower and go to bed,” Sneaux announced, climbing to her feet. My body was just as exhausted, and I appreciated her for leaning down to help me off the carpet. It would need to be deep cleaned because sex would definitely linger on that carpet after all the body fluids we just swapped.
“Hold on,” I dug my feet into the carpet to stop our movements.
Sneaux spun back around, and I grabbed both hands to pull her into my embrace. Every time her nipples brushed against mine, I felt all tingly inside. My hands went to her waist, then trailed down to cup her ass.
“I know I never got to give you those necklaces that day, but it means so much to me that you are still wearing them. I meant what they said. My heart chose you. I had this entire speech planned to ask you to be my girlfriend, then take one necklace while you kept the other one.”
“It’s never too late. I waited nine years, and I’m still going to present you with my gift from that day. I just don’t have the same box because it got ruined in the melee, but it’s coming,” Sneaux promised, her soft hands gently caressing my back.
“I don’t need the gift, just you,” I affirmed, lifting my hands to run across the necklaces. “You already named your lounge for me.Flamingos.You know I love them.”
“Oh, you caught that. Your attitude was so bad when I said it, I thought you missed it.” Sneaux caught my hand and held it against the center of her chest.
“Nope, I caught it. Just processing everything so fast,” I admitted, looking up to admire her face.
“So which one do you keep? My heart or chose you?”
