Page 44 of Until Joy

“Graham. Are you listening to me?” Her voice was husky, and just a little bit sharp.

“How could I possibly be listening to you, when I’m seeing your naked breasts for the first time? You’re fucking gorgeous.”

Her soft laughter made me shiver.

“Take off your briefs,” she breathed.

She was looking at me like I was a dish of chocolate mousse, and I’d never been harder. I shook my head. Time for our little game to end. I got on the bed and knelt in front of her. I grabbed her stretchy dress and slowly pulled it down past her hips, her thighs, and then all the way off. I concentrated on that, ignoring the froth of pink lace that covered nothing. If I looked at it, I would lose my mind.

Her dress flew over my shoulder, and she shuddered. “That’s not fair. Your underwear was supposed to come off.”

“All’s fair in love and war. Remember, baby?”

Now I looked.

Holy Fuck.

I’d seen panties before. More than my share of panties. But these had little flowers on either side, connected by lace that reached down to where a flower was covering her mound.

Jesus Christ.

I’d never before looked at a woman’s pussy and thought it was adorable, but I was now. Not only adorable, but it was also sweet.

I bet she tasted sweet. My taste buds were salivating for a taste of her honey, but even with my all-consuming need, I was careful as I pulled down her delicate panties. I definitely wanted her to wear them again.

“Now your briefs?” Joy’s voice sounded weak.

“Nope. Now it’s time for my dessert,” I whispered as I parted Joy’s legs. She’d been lying down flat, but she pushed herself back up onto her elbows. Apparently, my girl liked to watch.

“You’re so ready for me,” I murmured against her skin. “I can see just how much you want this.” I licked up her inner thigh, then took a long indrawn breath when I got to her core. “Oh yeah, I can tell just how excited you got when we kissed.”

“Graham. You’re not supposed to say things like that,” she wailed.

I lapped up some of her cream that glistened on her folds, then parted the delicate lips of her sex so I could get to the good stuff.

“I’m not supposed to say that you have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen? I’m not supposed to say how I can’t wait to suck on your clit?” It was so sexy to see how more goodness dripped from her core each time I talked dirty to her.

“Graham,” she gasped. “No more talking.”

She was right, it was time to get serious.

As I licked her from bottom to top, she cried out. I couldn’t understand what she said, but it sounded positive, so I did it again. Soon her hands were tangled in my hair, and I definitely knew I was on the right track. Damn, I could keep this up for hours. Her taste was like a lick of a vanilla ice cream cone on a bright summer’s day. Like sunshine.

Her nails bit into my scalp and she called out my name again. I tugged at her lips so that I could thrust my tongue deep into her hot sheath. As I plunged, the deeper her nails dug in. She shook, and I hadn’t even touched her clit yet.

I pulled out and dragged my beard against her delicate flesh.

“Don’t stop,” she wailed.

The way she responded to my touch, to everything I was doing, was like a gift. To see her vulnerable like this, trusting me to pleasure her, made something primal take over. I didn’t want to just protect Joy, I needed to protect her. This wasn’t just getting off, this was about Joy. My Joy.

I circled her clit with my tongue, again and again, and gloried in her moans.

Had I ever had a woman who got into this as much as I did? I couldn’t wait to get my dick inside her. No, this was different. More. Joy wasn’t just reacting to me, she was meeting me stroke for stroke, taking as much as she was giving. And fuck if that didn’t undo me.

Scraping her clit gently with my teeth, I started an in-and-out rhythm with my fingers that seemed to drive her crazy. Too bad I couldn’t talk dirty at the same time. I kept going.

“Graham! Stop this and fuck me!”