wetter. Squirming under him, hoping to get him to move, the huskiness in my voice surprises me as I plead, “Come. Here.”
“Oh, no, Darlin’. See I’m not a wham-bam,-thank-you-ma’am kind a guy.” His blue eyes caress my body. “I like to take my time.” His hand slides down my body as he murmurs, “The slow southern way.” His blue eyes lock with mine as his hand grazes my chin. “Now you‘ve tried to test my resolve, and I’ve let you…a little…but now? We’re gonna take this nice and slow. I want to see your face when you come while I eat that sweet little pussy, and fuck you…hard. This ain’t no sprint, it’s a marathon so you settle your ass right down. I’m takin’ my time here.” My eyes widen. Damn. His cocky smile makes my core tighten and my aching need ramps up, but I do as he asks. I lie still eager for him to fulfill his promise.
“That’s better. Now let’s see what we have here.” His hand slides down my face, skimming down the center of my neck and continuing its journey. His hand stops on my breast, kneading it, murmuring, “Beautiful” as he glides his thumb over my nipple. Growling his appreciation as my nub peeks out of one of the strategic cuts in my t-shirt. “Well, ain’t that sweet. It wants to come out and play.”
I huff my disappointment as he continues his passage down to my skirt, pulling it up to look underneath, his fingers sliding over my cleft. I gasp. His brow cocks, as his lips curve into a filthy grin. In a slow southern drawl, he says, “Well, darlin’, these are gonna have to go. They’re all wet.” Lifting his finger to his lips, his eyes blaze down at me as he sucks on his finger murmuring, “sweet.”
His hand travels down the inside of my thigh, using his fingers to make deliberate circles along my inner thighs only to circle around to the back my knee, tickling it with his fingertip. My body sparks and tingles after his fingers continue on their journey. He crosses to my other side, and his hand moves up my leg, repeating the same slow progress and sending shocks to my clit along the way. His finger drifts through my moist cleft. Dragging his hand lightly up my abdomen, he grazes my other nipple with his rough thumb, forcing it to pucker and stand at attention.
Pulling his hand to his chin, he strokes his light beard as he says, “So where should I explore first?” His devilish grin sends shocks down to my bundle of nerves signaling me to send him down there immediately.
I arch my back, pulling at my hands in a vain attempt to get lose, squirming for some contact, a touch, anything. The firm grip on my hands is maddening. “If I can’t move my hands, I can’t touch you.” I groan.
“Pushy, pushy,” he murmurs, nuzzling my earlobe, his breath hot against it. Whimpering softly, I turn my head away. “Oh, is that what you like?” he whispers, the wisps of air making my heart race as I nod. He kisses lazily up my neck, licking with the tip of his tongue at my earlobe. My breath hitches, as I raise my chin, anticipating his attack. He sucks in my lobe, nipping it. I groan softly, and my back arches out of reflex. “Oh, so you like it rough.” Panting, I nod, feeling heat on my cheeks.
“I aim to please,” he murmurs. Grazing and nibbling my neck, he makes his way to my weak spot. The spot reduces me to a quivering mess, ready to do anything, ready to give in to whatever is asked. His wet mouth closes around my lobe sucking lightly, grazing his teeth over it. His hot mouth teases me alternating flicks of my earlobe with quick bites that flash right to my nub. My mouth gapes open as I moan my accent, my pussy buzzes. My nipples harden, poking their angry nubs out of the cuts in my t-shirt. After he finishes with one side, he moves to the other, eventually descending to my shoulder to nip me, further shocking me into a heat.
My mouth is dry, and I am so wet, as I whisper, “Please.”
His laugh takes on an almost sinister ring. As his fingers pinch and roll my nipple, he pushes the fabric out of his way. His mouth lowers to my nipple. Hot. Wet. My nipple