Page 76 of Her Gluttony
Her hands trail from my legs up to my hips, where she pushes down the thong.
She looks up at me as she kisses down to my pubic, and I am officially about to lose my mind.
That look.
And then she kneels.
Digging her face into me, her tongue trailing between my legs to my clit.
Not breaking the gaze into my eyes.
I shiver.
I gasp.
I moan.
As I grasp her head with one hand and lean onto the table with the other.
“Fuck,” I breathe out as she slides back and forth with her tongue.
One hand caresses up my leg, finds my labia, caresses over it, and grabs my pussy.
“Oh my god,” I moan out. I want to close my eyes, but I can’t stop looking into her eyes. I need to see her flickering eyes as she is turned on as much as I am.
I push her head into me.
“Fuck me with your fingers,” I say.
And she does as told.
Her fingers enter me as I am dripping with desire.
She slides them in in the most perfect movement, and a deep moan from the depths of my throat overcomes me.
I need more.
“Harder,” I breathe out, rolling my hips.
And she does as told.
My breath fastens.
A tingling sensation consumes my entire body, with my hands, feet, and face becoming numb.
I take my hand from the table, push her head full force into me as the orgasm builds in me.
“Oh god,” I breathe out.
“I can’t?—“
My vision gets blurry.
“I can’t?—“
My core pulsates.
My temples tremble.
