I tell her right before my tongue slips into her mouth for a bit. My hand goes to her hips and then her ass.
“Take it off,” she says breathlessly when I let go of her mouth. “Let’s take it all off.” Her hands go to the hem, and she tries to take off the jersey. I grab her hand in mine and then take the other in mine and raise them to the side of her head. “Miller,” she groans, and her fingers fling to mine.
My mouth goes to her ear. “Don’t move your hands,” I tell her, slipping my fingers out of her. “The minute you move your hand is the minute I stop.” I wish there was more light shining through, so I can see her eyes, I wish I could see her eyes when she comes. I drop down to my knees, coming face-to-face with her pussy. My finger comes out, and I move over the zipper of her jeans right where I know her clit is. “All night,” I tell her, slipping the button out. “I was hard.” The sound of the zipper opens, filling the room, both of us not breathing. “Thinking of this.” I kiss her right above her lace panties. “Thinking of how you taste,” I say, pushing down her jeans over her hips. Leaning in and licking her right over her lace thong.
“Miller.” She hisses out my name, and I look up to see that her hands are still above her head.
I push her pants down and remove her right shoe, tossing it over my shoulder, and the minute her foot is free from the boot, I peel her pants leg off. I kiss up her bare leg, stopping to bite it and then suck at certain places. The sound of her heavy breathing fills the room. It would take nothing to move her over to the couch and have her sit and spread for me, but I have to taste her. I move the jersey up and see her white lace thong, my tongue comes out to lick up again. My finger moves the lace to the side, and I see her little landing strip, my tongue comes out and licks between her lips, and now, it’s both of us who moan.
“Honey,” I tell her, putting one leg over my shoulder to make her open for me. “Fuck,” I say, going in again, and this time, I lick all the way up to her clit. She moves her hips side to side, trying to get my tongue on her. I use my thumb to open her up for me, sucking on her clit while I slip my other finger into her. I close my eyes as I bite her clit and add another finger inside her. “Gorgeous,” I say, licking her up and down and then slipping my tongue into her with my fingers. “I could spend all day here.” My finger moves in and out of her as her back arches off the door, and her hands slip down a bit. “Tell me.” My fingers are slick with her juices. “Did you think of me?”
“Yes,” she says, her eyes now looking down at me.
“Did you touch yourself thinking of me?” I ask, biting her clit and then sucking in, and she comes on my fingers.
Her hands bury themselves in my hair, and I stop my fingers from fucking her while she comes. She groans out in frustration now. “Miller.”
“Put your hands back up, and I’ll make you come again,” I tell her, and she moves her hands back up beside her head. My fingers now fuck her faster and harder than I did before. My mouth sucks in her clit and her slit all in one. I can tell she is close again because my fingers are getting tighter and tight.
“Miller,” she says my name again.
“Shh,” I tell her. “I’m eating,” I say, devouring her pussy with my mouth. With my fingers and tongue, I make her come again, and right before she finishes, I rub her G-spot with my fingers and make her come again. I lick her clean, and when I slip my fingers out of her, she watches me lick them clean.
“That was …” she starts to say, her hands falling by her sides like cooked noodles. “That was …” I put her leg down. “That was …”
I laugh. “Was it that?” I joke with her, and she just looks at me. Her head comes forward as