Page 47 of Bronson

“Two can play at this game.” His fingers undo the buttons of my coat, shoving it open. He kisses my neck. My head falls back, my eyes closing. His teeth nibble at my skin. His lips caress the sensitive spot between my neck and shoulder. My breath catches in my throat.

It’s heaven.

I gasp. His hand has found its way beneath my dress. His strong fingers press my pussy over my panties.

“Little kitty’s all wet.”

I let out a moan. He presses harder, moving his fingers up and down, rubbing my throbbing clit through the crotch of my panties. A warm liquid feeling spreads through my core. His kisses continue down my neck, his teeth nipping at my collarbone.

His fingers slip within my panties. They’re sliding into the slick folds of my begging pussy. I moan.

His mouth leaves my neck. Travels down my chest, lips pressing against my breasts over my dress. My belly quivers as his fingers brush lightly against it.

He’s kneeling on the ground before me.

He disappears underneath my skirt.

I give a gasp as his mouth presses a tender kiss on my panties.

His fingers find my waistband. He tugs my underwear over my bottom, past my thighs, over my knees. His hand wraps around my left ankle. Gently, he lifts it from the ground. He slips my panties over my foot, then delicately places my heel on his right knee.

His left knee rests on the ground. His right foot as well, his leg bent, his knee at a ninety-degree angle, the toe of my shoe resting on his thigh. A cool breeze rushes up my dress, caressing the opened lips of my parted pussy.

He dives beneath my dress again. His mouth finds my pussy. It’s hot and wet. It sucks at my swollen clit.

My mind blanks. My body becomes one trembling sensation as he tastes me.

My hands find his hair. My fingers tangle in his locks.

The tip of his tongue traces circles. Teasing. Taunting.

My hands press against the back of his head. My hips move, begging, demanding he satisfy me.

He slaps my bare ass.

My hips stop.

I groan, moaning, “Don’t tease me, please.”

His fingers dig into the cheeks of my ass. His tongue darts inside of me. His left hand stays on my ass, clutching and squeezing. The fingers of his right hand wander between my thighs. His finger plunges within me.

I’ve never felt anything so amazing in my life. I’m a river of liquid warmth, melting.

I cry out.

His tongue licks my clit, massages me, finding a rhythm. My hips move, rocking back and forth against his mouth. Then he picks up the pace. He’s rubbing, licking, harder, faster. His fingers pump in and out. The liquid feeling turns to a burning, a tightening. The climax builds within me, as my clit burns and begs for the pressure to continue.

My hands grasp his shoulders, squeezing. My mouth opens, I want to cry, to scream, but no sound comes. My eyes squeeze tightly shut. My core contracts, my pussy clenches around his busy fingers. Heat washes over me as I come in one powerful, shuddering burst.

I stand, shaking, panting, gasping for air.

He slips my panties over my foot, pulling them up into place. He takes my ankle in his hand, moving my foot to the ground.

He stands, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, revealing a devilish smile.

His normally perfectly gelled and combed hair is wild, messy from the caresses of my hands. His lips are slightly reddened and swollen. He looks years younger, lighter, naughty even.

I pull him into me and kiss him deeply. I can taste myself on him.