Page 77 of Fragile hearts

She nods again. If she wants me to stop, I’ll stop. Tonight is all about her. I have no fucking clue how to do this, but I’ll figure it out for her.

My cock is pulsing so painfully I’m afraid I might come at the mere sight of her. My finger twists around the fabric of her panties, and I pull hard. The fibers flutter to the ground. She gaps, her whole body shaking. I lean closer. The sweet smell of her bare pussy reaches me. Fuck she’s beautiful. Her legs wrap around my head. She crosses her ankles, pulling me tighter, so tight I can barely breathe. But I don’t care. I’ll gladly die here.

“What do you want, baby?”

“Please,” she cries.

“Please what?” I blow lightly on her pussy, earning me a loud moan in return. “Tell me what you want.” I poke out my tongue, groaning at the taste of her. She clamps my head tighter with her legs. “Touch me…please touch me.” She’s begging now, her voice rising an octave with each word.

“Hmm, like this?” I twirl my tongue in a circle around her clit. She doesn’t moan. Instead, she yells. “Please, please…Oh my god.”

“You want me to eat this beautiful pussy?” I look up, meeting her heavily lidded eyes, her mouth wide open, her hands clawing at the headboard. My cock is weeping in my pants, leaving a wet patch in my boxers. “Beg me, baby. Use your words.” She whimpers, begging for my touch.

“Please, Carson, touch me…please.” Her voice breaks. I grab the globes of her ass, loving the way they feel in my hands.

“Soak my face, baby.” I dive down, my tongue poking out, sucking on her clit, circling it. Tasting it, moaning at her taste. She moans and whimpers, her voice hoarse. Fuck yeah. “Don’t stop, please, please.”

I’ll never stop. I’ll eat her all day if I can. I love her taste in my mouth, her moans filling my ears, the way my dick is pulsing in my pants. She gaps her legs, trembling. She pulls on my hair so hard she might rip it out. Then screams my name as she comes, flooding my tongue. I greedily swallow it, my face wet with her come.

My cock jerks hard. At the sound of my name on her lips, I close my eyes, coming right in my jeans, just to her sound and taste.

Jesus fucking Christ.

Her body sags, legs still shaking. I give her one last lick, then sit back up. Her taste still in my mouth. She’s panting, her eyes closed. I stand up, not bothering to hide the wet patch on my jeans. She cracks one eye open, roaming over my body, then freezes, eyebrows raising.

“Did you—“ She falters, her mouth opening in shock.

“Come from just the taste of your sweet pussy, fuck yes.”

Chapter Twenty-Five

Alexis

With a gaping mouth I stare at Carson, my legs still shaking from the aftermath of my orgasm. He came in his jeans.

Holy shit.

He came untouched, just from eating me out.

Fuck, that’s hot.

Carson smirks, spins on his feet, and walks to the bathroom, he returns a few seconds later with a wet washcloth in his hand, then kneels down on the floor again. “I can do that,” I interject, feeling nervous, even though he just had his mouth there.

Holy fuck he had his mouth there. And fuck, did it feel good, no one has ever done that to me before. I had no idea men liked doing that, but apparently Carson liked it so much he came hands-free. He gently cleans me, stands up, and throws the washcloth in the hamper, holding out a hand.

“Come on, baby, I’ve heard you need to pee.”

“What?”

“So you don’t get an UTI.”

“How do you know that?”

He shrugs, pulling me to my feet. “My mom told me. When she gave me the sex talk.”

“Your mom gave you a sex talk?”

“Oh Yeah, trust me, those were three of the longest hours of my life.” He opens the bathroom door, beckoning me to enter.