Page 64 of Steel

When I flicked my tongue again, her body shook involuntarily, enough to bounce her away by six inches. Enough that I slipped my arms under her thighs, yanking her down and pressing her knees against the bed. The temptation was real and raw.

Her pussy lips glistened and my mouth immediately watered. When I dragged my tongue through her wetness, I refined my definition of the taste. Sweet cherries with a hint of tartness from a fresh harvest.

Ah, yeah. The poet in me was working overtime.

I grunted my appreciation while swirling the tip of my tongue around her clit several times. Just watching her reactions from both hands covering her face to the twist of her head and how her skin continually popped with sinfully created prickles added fuel to the fire.

The moment was perfect, but enough of a push to my level of thirst that almost instantly I began lapping her cream. Instantly, I was a famished beast, licking her as a starving man would do.

Was there any man who could be patient when faced with such sweetness? I dug my fingers into her soft skin the way she’d done with my arms, only I wanted to mark her as I’d done to her bottom.

There’d been nothing so tempting as the idea of spanking her for her ridiculous behavior. I’d never wanted to spank a woman in my life. Which was what made the experience so delicious.

But this… This was something else altogether.

Violet struggled in my hold, but not so much she created any difficulties with me keeping her in place. She was merely attempting to shove aside my natural tendency to control her.

Own her.

Wasn’t that just another nefarious thought?

I dragged my tongue up and down her wetness, my mouth filled with her cream. With a deep swallow, I lifted my head and used my finger to continue toying with her.

Her lips were pursed open, her long dark eyelashes skimming across her cheeks. Once again, I was struck by how attracted to her I’d become.

There was very little control left inside of me. I buried my face into her pussy while tickling her with my finger. Just as I thrust one inside her tight channel, I was rewarded with the softest sounding, most seductive moan I’d ever heard in my life.

And I wanted nothing more than to be the reason for her to make that sound again. That’s what I set out to do, enjoying how her facial expressions changed with the way and speed with which I licked her.

Whether or not I added fingers and how many.

The length of time I spent sucking and licking her clit.

Or pinching the tender tissue.

It would seem the stunning woman didn’t mind a little pain with her pleasure. Perhaps I’d continue to explore the issue in greater detail with her.

When I added a third then fourth finger, her fists clenched tightly around the comforter, jerking the material. I couldnothing but watch her writhing except that my cock was aching to the point of unacceptable anguish.

That meant my unselfishness would need to end soon.

But for right now, I was enjoying being able to assault her sweet pussy and make her wiggle with pleasure.

I held her in place, continuing alternating slow and easy motions with rough actions that pushed her up from the bed. Her expressions were incredible, ones I’d remember for a long time to come.

“Oh. Oh. Oh.” Short bursts of scattered words and her labored breathing overwhelmed the music.

She twisted her hips, moving back and forth as she dug her heels into the bed. I was about at the point of going mad from my hunger, bathing her slickened folds with my tongue.

A light perspiration left a dazzling shimmer on her face.

There was no way I could delay any longer when every muscle in her body stiffened. My tongue had a mind of its own. I licked her fervently, dragging the tip up and down in crazed, almost frantic actions. Her hands continued to be firmly wrapped around the bedding, ripping at the comforter while she tossed her head back and forth.

Being able to watch her every reaction was a wild man’s dream. Within seconds, her body completely stiffened, her soft murmurs shifting into deeper sounds, growls that could rival mine. A few seconds later, I was rewarded with a delicious, tangy taste as she erupted in my mouth.

Longing to catch every drop, I continued licking while coming close to fisting her hair with my hand. Her mouth twisted as the franticness of the moment hit her hard.

When she was completely spent, her arms flopped to the sides, her chest heaving from struggling to catch her breath, I pressed my lips against her inner thigh. I’d never seen a woman so satisfied, which boosted the fuel all over again.