CHRISTIAN
“Oh God.” Stella’s breathless moan sparked in my blood like a flame against gasoline.
Her hands tangled in my hair as I hiked her legs higher on my shoulders and gave her clit another long, languorous lick.
“We just got started, sweetheart,” I drawled. “This is going to be a long course.”
I drew her swollen bud into my mouth and sucked, reveling in the way she shivered and panted around me.
I fucking loved eating Stella’s pussy. The taste, the smell, the way she clenched around my fingers when I pumped them inside her and hit that spot.
It was the world’s most intoxicating feast.
Her cries of pleasure spurred me on as I licked, sucked, and tongued that sweet little cunt until she was dripping all over me, her pretty clit swollen from my attention and her juices slick on my tongue.
After a while, I pulled back, my chest heaving as I admired the sight before me. So wet and perfectly prepared for the main event.
“Now,” I said. “I’m ready for dessert.”
I spread her thighs wider, dipped my head, and devoured her.
Stella’s squeals and whimpers escalated into inelegant screams as I alternated between fingering her and worshiping her clit and fucking her with my tongue. Harder, more intense than the first time, like I was dying of thirst in the desert and she was my only source of salvation.
“Christian.” My name broke into a sob. She fisted my hair, her muscles taut with desire.
“You taste so good.” I buried my nose in her and breathed her in. Her pussy was like the world’s sweetest nectar, and I was ravenous for it.
I wanted to drink up every fucking drop and come back for seconds. Thirds. Fourths. For the rest of fucking time.
I would never be able to get enough of her.
“Do you want to know what you taste like?” I slid two fingers inside her and lifted my head so I could see her.
Stella gazed down at me, her eyes half-lidded with desire and bright with clear, pure trust.
It undid me.
My cock was so hard it felt like it would split open from the pressure, but the walls around my heart had crumbled, baring the soft, beating organ to her every whim and desire.
“Like honey and spices.” I pushed my fingers deeper. She was so tight I could feel her stretching around me, inch by inch, until I was knuckles deep inside her.
“Like sweetness and sin.” In. Out. Slowly and thoroughly, letting her feel every glide of friction.
A full-body shudder rolled through her.
“You taste…” I removed my fingers and lowered my head. “Like mine.”
A keening cry echoed through the room as Stella’s body bowed off the table. Her muscles went taut, vibrating with the force of her orgasm as she came on my tongue.
Desire burned up the fuel in my veins, but I took my time, leisurely savoring every drop while wave after wave rolled through her.
Finally, her cries subsided into a dazed whimper, and she sprawled, loose-limbed and sated, on the table.
“My favorite part of the meal,” I said lazily. “You were right.” I gave her clit one final, languid lick. “I just needed to find the right dessert.”