breasts, and finally landing on the thatch of curls guarding her pussy.
“Beautiful,” he whispered.
“What?” Words no longer made sense.
“You're beautiful.” He shifted, situating himself so he lay at the apex of her legs. “So beautiful.”
“I… What?”
Wesley continued as though she hadn't spoken. “Especially here,” he murmured, running his fingers over her mound. “Right here. So lovely.” He met her eyes and offered a crooked smile.
“Relax, kitten. I'm not gonna hurt you.”
Savannah nodded jerkily, though her body refused to soften, her apprehension instead manifesting into hard, unforgiving tremors. “Wes…”
“It's all right.” He pressed a finger to her vaginal lips. “You're so wet. Enjoying this, are you?”
She didn't know, to be honest; her nerves wouldn't still long enough. Her body burned, her clit ached for attention, but beyond the physical, she felt completely cut off. Beyond the physical awaited emotions like love and fear and the dread of imminent heartache, and it was difficult to gauge how she felt with so much still in the air.
Apparently her silence had Wesley concerned, for he favored her with an arched brow and reminded her, “We don't have to do anything.”
“I know,” Savannah said quickly.
“You haven't changed your mind?”
“N-no…”
He smiled softly and turned his eyes back to her center, spreading her pussy lips with two fingers. “Good,” he murmured. “'Cause I'm gonna enjoy this.”
The first flicks of his tongue shot through her like a bullet. Savannah gasped and threw her head back, her eyes screwing shut. She waited, quivering helplessly beneath his mouth.
Waited…and then slowly allowed herself to relax. Her shaking legs stilled without warning, her body falling pliant. And then she lay completely at his mercy.
“You're so soft,” Wesley murmured, swallowing audibly and dragging the tip of his tongue around her clit. “Just tell me if I do something you don't like.”
Savannah laughed nervously and shook her head. Something she didn't like? Was that even possible? God, she didn't think so. Every touch sent electric jolts through her body, twisting her insides into something unrecognizable. Tiny, hot pinpricks danced along her sweat-laced skin.
She was burning up and freezing at the same time, doing her best to muffle gasps of pleasure as Wesley explored her with his mouth.
And when he murmured approvingly, she nearly fell to pieces.
“You like this?” Wesley asked, though he had her clit sucked between his lips before her voice found words. “Tell me you like this.”
“Ohhhh!”
He grinned. “Suppose I can take that as a yes, eh, love?”
“Uh-huh.” She nodded for emphasis, her hips lifting off the bed. “Oh…Wes.”
“More?”
“Yes!”
Apparently he didn't need to be told twice. Wesley inhaled sharply and dived, his tongue abandoning her clit to the soft, gentle strokes of his finger so it might explore her tight vaginal opening. Reason flew out the window, if it had been present at all; she transformed entirely, her reservations and fears replaced with frenzied need. She wanted—needed—more of everything.
More Wesley. More tongue. More friction. Morenow .
And God, he was everywhere.
“Love this,” Wesley murmured between licks. “Fuck…Savannah…”
She barely heard him.
“Why do you have to taste so good?”
His lips wound around her clit again before the words translated into meaning, her pussy left to his fingers. He didn't enter as deeply as he had with his tongue, but the first feel of something sturdy prying her open triggered a deep, euphoric unknown within her belly. The tremors intensified without warning; her hands fumbled desperately for something to hold on to, but there was nothing but the mattress.
Nothing but the mattress and Wesley's face between her
“Beautiful,” he whispered.
“What?” Words no longer made sense.
“You're beautiful.” He shifted, situating himself so he lay at the apex of her legs. “So beautiful.”
“I… What?”
Wesley continued as though she hadn't spoken. “Especially here,” he murmured, running his fingers over her mound. “Right here. So lovely.” He met her eyes and offered a crooked smile.
“Relax, kitten. I'm not gonna hurt you.”
Savannah nodded jerkily, though her body refused to soften, her apprehension instead manifesting into hard, unforgiving tremors. “Wes…”
“It's all right.” He pressed a finger to her vaginal lips. “You're so wet. Enjoying this, are you?”
She didn't know, to be honest; her nerves wouldn't still long enough. Her body burned, her clit ached for attention, but beyond the physical, she felt completely cut off. Beyond the physical awaited emotions like love and fear and the dread of imminent heartache, and it was difficult to gauge how she felt with so much still in the air.
Apparently her silence had Wesley concerned, for he favored her with an arched brow and reminded her, “We don't have to do anything.”
“I know,” Savannah said quickly.
“You haven't changed your mind?”
“N-no…”
He smiled softly and turned his eyes back to her center, spreading her pussy lips with two fingers. “Good,” he murmured. “'Cause I'm gonna enjoy this.”
The first flicks of his tongue shot through her like a bullet. Savannah gasped and threw her head back, her eyes screwing shut. She waited, quivering helplessly beneath his mouth.
Waited…and then slowly allowed herself to relax. Her shaking legs stilled without warning, her body falling pliant. And then she lay completely at his mercy.
“You're so soft,” Wesley murmured, swallowing audibly and dragging the tip of his tongue around her clit. “Just tell me if I do something you don't like.”
Savannah laughed nervously and shook her head. Something she didn't like? Was that even possible? God, she didn't think so. Every touch sent electric jolts through her body, twisting her insides into something unrecognizable. Tiny, hot pinpricks danced along her sweat-laced skin.
She was burning up and freezing at the same time, doing her best to muffle gasps of pleasure as Wesley explored her with his mouth.
And when he murmured approvingly, she nearly fell to pieces.
“You like this?” Wesley asked, though he had her clit sucked between his lips before her voice found words. “Tell me you like this.”
“Ohhhh!”
He grinned. “Suppose I can take that as a yes, eh, love?”
“Uh-huh.” She nodded for emphasis, her hips lifting off the bed. “Oh…Wes.”
“More?”
“Yes!”
Apparently he didn't need to be told twice. Wesley inhaled sharply and dived, his tongue abandoning her clit to the soft, gentle strokes of his finger so it might explore her tight vaginal opening. Reason flew out the window, if it had been present at all; she transformed entirely, her reservations and fears replaced with frenzied need. She wanted—needed—more of everything.
More Wesley. More tongue. More friction. Morenow .
And God, he was everywhere.
“Love this,” Wesley murmured between licks. “Fuck…Savannah…”
She barely heard him.
“Why do you have to taste so good?”
His lips wound around her clit again before the words translated into meaning, her pussy left to his fingers. He didn't enter as deeply as he had with his tongue, but the first feel of something sturdy prying her open triggered a deep, euphoric unknown within her belly. The tremors intensified without warning; her hands fumbled desperately for something to hold on to, but there was nothing but the mattress.
Nothing but the mattress and Wesley's face between her
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