belly and rubs his light scruff over the fabric barely covering my center, causing my hips to thrust slightly. “I’m going to frame them after I make a meal out of your pussy.”
Shocked, I gasp at the same time as he lifts both of my legs, resting one on each of his shoulders as he quickly pulls them down, or up, or … oh my god, he can’t actually want to eat my ass.
“Raff, I—”
“Christ, you smell good.” He pulls one leg out of my panties. Then the next.
“Raff, I don’t think—”
When he lets my legs down, I stop, realizing that he isn't going to just... Do… that.
His hands grip my legs as he leans down to kiss my belly again and again.
When he moves lower, I gasp. “Ohmygod.”
“Fuck,” he hisses and sucks on my lips. “So fucking good.”
His tongue circles my clit, and I grip the duvet cover, his fingers spreading my folds, stroking my opening as he continues to circle my clit with his tongue.
My hips jerk, and he groans, repeating the same exact move as his finger slides inside of me. I cry out his name softly, my legs trembling. He uses his free hand and slides two fingers in and out. Everything within me tightens like a bowstring. Lifting my ass, he angles me so his fingers get impossibly deep as he continues to tease my clit with his tongue.
I burn even hotter.
“There we are.” He’s lying between my legs now, pushing a third finger inside of me. “So fucking tight, Nikki, so fucking good. I’m gonna make you come so hard, so good, so much that my face is drenched in your cum.”
When his fingers begin to tap on that sweet spot, I gasp, and he groans, sucking, licking, eating my pussy like it’s his job.
“Oh my god.” My core tightens so hard, it almost hurts.
“Come for me.” His fingers slide in and out with each inward thrust, hitting my G-spot until spots dot my vision.
Then he sucks on my clit, and I don't just come, I combust, and he doesn’t stop until I do it again, and again, and again.
Panting, reeling, head spinning as if I drank an entire bottle of wine, I hear him chuckle. He places a warm, gentle kiss on each of my thighs before finally sitting up.
I can feel him move over me and lie at my side. He pushes my hair, now damp from not just the rain, but from the sheen of orgasm induced perspiration, the exact place in which he kisses.
“Do you know how good you taste?”
I don't have a chance to answer, his lips cover mine, and his tongue caresses my lips before he pulls back. “I haven't licked a woman in years, Nikki. Never in my life have I ever eaten one that made me come like yours did.”
I don’t know whether to be embarrassed or high-five myself.
“Are you all right?” He presses a kiss below my neck, and I shudder.
“That was amazing.”
“Feeling all better, eh?”
I look up at him finally. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. Life happens, and from what I gather, yours hasn't been easy.”
“I guess I just never realized how much Nellie hated me. I never saw it growing up. I was oblivious, I guess. But now that I look back, I see a trail of her jealousy. Boyfriends I had or clothes that I wore...she always put a negative spin on everything I did or had.”
He moves the hair off my forehead. “You should steer clear of her.”
“Except I owe my aunt and uncle so much for raising me after my parents died. And.” I stop as a memory; one I’d chosen to forget comes rushing back.
“What is it, Nikki?” He pushes some fallen waves from my face.
“I feel guilty because of how much time I took from her and her parents.”
“I’m guessing your aunt and uncle don’t see it that way. I’m sure they know her better than most. You must have been an angel compared to her. A solace to her storm.”
“Which is why she resented me.”
“Could that be why you never returned for visits?”
Pre-orgasmic bliss is apparently a truth serum because never in my life have I ever admitted this to anyone else, not even Jenny. “I guess I always wanted to find where I belonged. And I hate being a burden on anyone. Here, I was always sweet Nikki Winterfield. But in the city, I was able to reinvent myself. I tried, at least. But at the end