doll."
"Wh…which one?"
"Should I taste you here?" He dips his head, slips his tongue inside my backhole.
My entire body snaps to attention. All of my pores pop. My chest rises and falls.
"Or here?" He drags his wicked tongue up my slit.
I moan.
"Maybe I should be as greedy as you and not wait?" He fixes that instrument of torture-pleasure, aka his mouth, around my throbbing bud, and I shoot upfrom the bed.
"Wes!" I howl.
He releases my pussy. "You still haven’t answered the question," he rumbles.
"Wh…what?"
"Last chance, babe."
He leans back, and I thrust up with my pelvis, trying to recapture that earlier feeling, honing in on his tongue.
"Well?" he asks. "You need to ask for what you want, darlin’."
Maybe it’s that endearment that makes me crack my eyes open. "All of it," I gasp. "Please lick me, suck on me, thrust your tongue inside my—" I huff, for he’s done just that.
He twists his tongue inside of me and goosebumps flare on my skin. He slides his big arms under my legs, pushes up my knees on either side of my body, then he swipes his tongue in and out of me, and again. He slurps his way down to my backhole and up to my cunt again and again. I cry out, but he doesn’t stop. He slips his tongue in between my pussy lips, samples me like I am the tastiest puff pastry. He bites down on my clit and I scream, dig my fingers into the space behind his ears and yank.
A growl rumbles up his chest and the vibrations swell my core, pour over me like the sound waves from a fucking dinner gong— Wait, why am I thinking with this bizarre metaphor? Except, hell, if I am not ready, I’m going to…
"Come," he growls into my hot, melting core, and I explode.
My climax crashes over me, shoves me up…up…up. Maybe I black out. I force myself to open my eyelids, look down to where he’s still between my legs, my knees splayed out. "Wow," I breathe.
He doesn’t smile back. He stares at me. His gaze unwavering.
"What?" I croak.
"You ready, yet?"
"Huh?"
He drops his mouth, nuzzles my pussy.
I moan, "I can’t."
"I haven’t even started, babe."
"No…no."
He licks my lower lips and pleasure radiates out from my core.
"Oh, my God."
"Hold on," he says.
"What?"
He rises up, grabs my wrists and holds them over my head. He wraps my fingers around the wooden bars of the headboard. "Stay," he commands.
I stare at him. As if I could move.
One side of his lips kicks up; he presses a firm kiss to my lips, then slides down to position his face over my pussy. He grabs my knees, pries them further apart so I am splayed wide for him. I should blush or feel shy, for heaven’s sake. Those are my most intimate parts, served up to him for display; but all I can think is, please… please… please.
"Lick or suck?" he asks.
"Anything, either… Both," I gasp out.
He glares at me.
I shiver… "Anything you want."
"Right answer."
He drops his head and thrust his tongue back inside my melting channel.
"Oh, my God," I whine. "More, please, don’t stop…don’t…" I push myself up and into his face, not caring what he thinks of me. Any restraint holding me back is gone. Poof. All he has to do is touch me and I’ll do anything for him. Damn it, I should have known that… But I’m not sleeping with him.. Yet. I mean, technically this doesn’t count. Like the blowjob… Anything other than full penetration... Yep, that’s it; anything else is fine. It is. "Fuck me with your mouth, please," I plead.
He laughs, "One fuck-me-with-your-mouth, coming up." He releases my knees, only to grip my arsecheeks. He squeezes down and I whine. He pries them apart. What the—? He hauls me up, slips his tongue down and inside my arsehole. Oh, my f’ing god. It’s like nothing I have experienced before. No one…has touched me there, and this man? He slides his tongue into that forbidden part of me… As if, as if… We are lovers. No, fuckbuddies… Not… Anything-but-fucking-buddies, that’s what we are. A giggle wells up, turns into a scream, when he begins to fuck my backhole with his tongue. He thrusts in and out, in and out, brings his hand up to grind his heel against my clit, and that tightness inside of me snaps out, expands… "Wes…" I moan. "Weston…"
He doesn’t answer. He can’t, because his mouth is full of me.
"Wes. Wes. Wes," I chant. Aloud,