Page 56 of Unwrapped
Gasping, she stills her hips when I give the panties a forceful tug. “What are you doing?”
“Get these the fuck out of my way.”
She releases a throaty laugh and moves off me for a moment, tugging the drenched satin off. Tossing the panties aside, she repositions her wet pussy above my mouth. “Better?”
I lick her up and down instead of answering, groaning at how good she tastes. This woman is my fucking ambrosia. Blind with lust, I eat her like I’ll die tomorrow and she’s my last meal.
“Dean,” she whimpers, melting into my tongue.
“Hold on to the headboard and ride my fucking face.”
Camille obeys my command like she was born to please me. My lips and tongue glide through her body’s wetness with every roll of her hips. Her moans grow louder and more wanton as she chases her release.
I suck on her clit, flicking my tongue back and forth.
“Your tongue feels so good. Please don’t stop.” Her movements become jerkier until she lets loose a wailing moan. Her pussy pulses against my mouth but I don’t stop licking until she moves off me. Gasping, she peers down at my face in shock. “Holy fuck. I never thought I’d actually enjoy doing that.”
“Get used to it, sweetheart. I’m gonna make my face your new favorite seat.”
“We’ll see about that.” She moves toward my hips and hooks her fingers in my waistband, pulling off my boxer briefs. Settling between my thighs, she grips my cock. “Your turn,” she whispers, brushing her lips over the head. “Be a good boy and watch me.”
My breath hisses out of me when she takes me to the back of her throat. Cupping my balls, she starts to move. Her tongue rubs the underside of my dick, and she hollows out her cheeks, showing my body no mercy.
Camille holds my gaze, even when her eyes water from my upward thrusts. I can’t help myself. Her tongue feels so incredible, I’m not above fucking her mouth the way I’d fuck her pussy.
She brings me to the edge, and right before I’m about to blow, she stops. Lifting her head, she flashes a devious smile and kisses my hip bones.
“What are you doing?” I sputter, gasping and digging my heels into the mattress.
“Kissing you.” She moves lower to nibble my kneecaps, then drags her tongue up my inner thighs. Massaging my balls in her hand, she licks everywhere but my cock.
I clench my jaw. “Camille,please.”
“Please, what?”
“Suck me.”
She takes the head of my cock between her lips and swirls her tongue in circles, making my eyes cross. I groan and flex upward, but she doesn’t take more than the tip inside. Again, she sucks until I’m seconds from coming, then abruptly pulls back.
“You’re fucking killing me.”
This time she focuses her attention on my nipples, licking and kissing until my dick throbs. Then, she stops that too and feathers her fingertips up and down my sides.
“Your muscles are so sexy.”
“Thanks. Please put your mouth on me.”
She leans forward so her nipples brush my chest. “I love how your chest hair feels when I rub up against you. Please don’t ever shave it.”
“I won’t.” I’ll agree to anything right now, as long as she lets me come. “Now suck my dick.”
Smiling, she moves between my thighs once more and tightly grips my cock. Just when I think she’s about to deep-throat me, she presses a series of butterfly kisses up and down my shaft.
“Camille.” I growl, thrusting my hips toward her mouth.
She takes me between her lips again and bobs her head twice before stopping. More butterfly kisses. My balls are tingling, and my dick aches with the urge to come, but she won’t let me get there.
“Please.”
