Page 202 of The Path to Loving Him
I wantherforever.
I release her mouth, kiss down her jaw to her neck, and then farther down her body, where I find her supple tits and drag the flat part of my tongue over her nipples.
“Yes,” she whispers, knowing she must be quiet. “God, I love your tongue. Will you let me come on it tonight?”
“Planned on it, babe,” I say as I move down her body, circle my tongue around her belly button, over her pubic bone, and then place a gentle kiss right on her slit. She opens her legs wider for me, places one hand behind her head, and then watches as I split her with my fingers and press my tongue along her arousal. “Yes, so fucking drenched already. Such a good girl.”
She sighs heavily and sinks into the mattress as I work my tongue around her clit. I wipe around, along, and then on top, creating a pattern that seems to make her nuts as her breathing grows heavy and her other hand grips the covers below us.
“Oh my God, Ryland, whatever you’re doing . . . don’t . . . stop.”
I look up at her as I continue to work my tongue over her hardening clit and take in how her skin reddens, the light glisten of sweat over her chest, the slight part of her mouth, almost as if she’s in awe from what she’s experiencing.
“Play with those nipples, baby,” I say, lifting for a second because hell, I love watching her play with herself.
Her hands fall to her breasts, and her hips start rotating as her orgasm builds.
“That’s it, Gabby. Fuck, you’re so hot.”
With my spare hand, I start pumping my cock as I keep my mouth on her, lapping at her clit, loving how goddamn wet she is. From the sounds she’s making, watching her play with herself, and her taste on my tongue, my orgasm moves up my spine as well, gearing me up for so much fucking pleasure that ittakes everything in me to release my cock and focus on getting her off.
Slipping two fingers inside her, I curl them upward and press into her at just the right spot that makes her fly up to her hands and stare down at me with shock in her eyes.
“Oh my God, Ryland. Fuck . . . oh my God.”
She’s going to come . . . and hard. I can see it in those eyes of hers. She’s right there, teetering on the edge, and because I’m a selfish prick, I don’t want her coming just yet, so I pull away.
“No,” she says on a gasp. “Ryland. Fuck. What are you doing?”
I sit back and stare at her, the eternal state of unsatisfied washing over her pink skin.
I sit up on my knees and say, “Lie back and open your mouth.”
She studies me for a few moments and then listens. I straddle her body and bring my cock to her mouth. “Need to fuck you here.” I line her lips with my tip, then I move inside her.
Thankfully, she’s ready for me and sucks hard as I enter her mouth.
“Fuck,” I say, punching the headboard from how goddamn good that feels. “Jesus Christ, I’ve thought about this all day. This filthy mouth sucking me off.” I slowly pump into her. “This mouth was made for me. That’s it, baby, take me deep.”
She parts her lips and lets me hit her all the way back to her throat. I pull all the way out and line her lips again with the tip. When I enter, she sucks even harder, making me nearly black out as her cheeks hollow.
“Again,” I say, pulling out and moving back in. “Fucking . . . again.” Then I pull out and flop back on the bed. My aching, surging cock twitches against my stomach, searching out release.
I breathe heavily, the effects of the edging rocking over my body.
She comes up to me and kisses my neck, then my chest, then my stomach, moving closer to my cock but never going where I need her.
“Torture me. Make me beg,” I tell her.
She makes that her own personal mission and spreads my legs before moving between them. She kisses up my inner thigh, then brings her mouth to my balls, where she gently starts flicking them with the tip of her tongue.
“That’s it, baby, fucking drive me wild.”
She drags her tongue over the seam, then back down while her fingers curl around the base of my cock. She doesn’t pump, but she does squeeze tightly, creating a delicious sensation as she hums against my balls, like my own personal vibrator.
“Jesus, fuck,” I say as I wiggle under her, looking for friction, anything, but she doesn’t give it to me. She just continues to squeeze me, tighter and tighter, while humming against my sack. My legs start to go numb, my cock twitches, and pre-cum seeps from the tip. “Fuck, I need more, baby. Something. Give me that pussy.”
I can practically feel her smile against me as she releases my length and moves up my body. She straddles my head and brings her arousal right to my mouth.
