was filled with need and she was flushed.
“I’m right here, muruseni.” His voice was gentle.
“What does that mean?”
He smiled. “The translation is odd… It literally means my crumble, but it’s very sweet, romantic, something I say to a special woman in my life, like sweetheart.”
“My crumble…” A soft smile played on her lips. “I like it.”
“Do you trust me, muruseni?”
“Of course.”
He reached down and undid the buttons on her jeans, unzipped the zipper, and slid them down over her ass and thighs.
“I’m not wearing pretty underwear,” she whispered.
“Underwear is coming off.” He traced a line along the edge of the white bikini-style panties she wore. “Simple. Easy to remove. What else would I want?”
She merely watched as he tugged at them.
“Take off everything. I want to see you.”
She hesitated for a fraction of a second before sliding both her jeans and her panties the rest of the way off. The sight of her naked body turned his cock to granite and he took a minute to just drink in his first real look at her. Her breasts were larger than he’d pictured and he realized she wore bras that minimized them, which was a shame, but a beautiful surprise for him.
“Do, um, I get to see you without clothes?” she whispered, biting her lower lip with her teeth.
He didn’t respond, merely pulled his shirt over his head. Watching her watch him turned him on even more and he pulled her back onto his lap. With her breasts pressed against his chest, her long silky legs bent and rubbing against his sides, he latched onto her mouth like a lifeline. Her silky hair tumbled halfway down her back and he was already imagining a time when they would do this in a bed and it would be fanned out behind her.
“Let me show you what’s better than cheesecake,” he whispered. He moved her off his lap and onto the couch. Then he slid down to the floor and positioned himself between her legs. Her eyes widened but her legs fell open as she watched him. He kissed his way up the inside of one thigh, nuzzling the sweet apex between them, inhaling her musky scent. She was just as aroused as he was and he used his fingers to gently open the glistening lips between her legs. She inhaled sharply as he placed a soft kiss on the delicate folds and her fingers found his hair.
“Miikka…” Her voice was hoarse, her breath coming faster as she watched him.
“I can stop,” he said.
“Oh. N-no. Don’t stop.”
He lowered his head and licked a trail right up the middle of her slit, ending at her clit. He coaxed it out with the tip of his tongue, circling and licking until it peeked out of its hood, and she arched up and into his face. He lifted her by the ass, bringing her up to his mouth, and dove in with far more interest than he’d had for dessert. This was his guilty pleasure, his favorite taste in the world, and she was a smorgasbord of delightful surprises. He hadn’t expected her to be bare, but she was, and smooth as silk. When he stabbed his tongue inside of her, she got even wetter, her juices coating his face.
He’d never been with a more responsive woman, and he pushed a finger inside of her as he sucked her clit.
“Miikka!” She cried out his name, writhing against his face, her fingernails digging into his scalp. He sucked harder, drawing out her orgasm until she was alternately moving against him and then trying to get away. When she finally stopped moving, she almost slid off the couch and her skin was coated in a light sheen of sweat.
“This is way better than cheesecake,” he whispered.
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Her eyes were closed and she hadn’t moved, so he lifted to his knees, still between her legs. “Char-lot? Are you okay?”
She didn’t open her eyes but smiled. “Oh, yes. It was just so good I might be a little broken, because I can’t move.”
He chuckled, leaning forward to kiss her. Her eyes opened in surprise. “Do you not like your taste?”
“I never…” She cut off and kissed him instead, her motions curious, nibbling his lips and sucking on his tongue. “Do you like doing that?” she whispered after a moment. “Tasting me?”
“Going down on a woman is my favorite. Cheesecake is nothing compared to the taste of you. I love it.” He got to his feet and held out his hands. “Come.”
“Where?”
“Bed.”
She