As the ache for him becomes stronger, you beg, wanting him badly, rather than just his tongue and fingers. But his mouth is back where it belongs – creating a chasm in the fire between your thighs.
You grip his hair in a guttural moan, knowing that you want this, even if you were feigning defeat earlier. Everything is heightened as he runs his hands beneath your thighs, spreading you wider. His touch is liquid and you’re a live wire.
As his mouth meets your dripping heat, he slips his tongue between your swollen folds like he knows every inch of your womanhood. He could always pinpoint where he could make you feel best and moan out the loudest. He loves to aggressively suck and watch you come undone from his lips, while he works two fingers in, thrusting them slowly and deeply. Before you know it you’re right on that edge, wanting to scream.
*Day 12, #naughtynovembernoir, hosted by @elle12368, @bluelotus.kamikazeheart, @__got2haveit, @wild.cherry69xo and moi 💋