He captured my hands in his and pulled me closer until we were face to face. “And your barely there lace dress, which by-the-way looks like an oversized doily, looks like it’s rippable. I think I might have to give it a try. You remember how I like to tear things apart and then put it back together again.”
“You mean my clothes?” I asked innocently.
“Especially your clothes, and that strip of cloth that doesn’t really cover your lady parts at all,” he smiled.
“Oh you mean panties?” I asked.
“Is that what it’s called?” Thomas asked. “I thought they were just strings.”
“Funny,” I said. “Sometimes they can be just strings.”
“How I love women’s fashions,” he said. “Whoever designed panties knew how to make them easy to rip off.”
“Well, if you’re motivated enough,” I said, “any panties can be shredded.”
He leaned in and growled, “And you know how I like shredding yours. Especially when I’m very motivated.”
My felt myself clenching my core, and my heart pounding a little faster as memories of Thomas eating me up, his mouth sucking on my clit until I was screaming his name, flashed before me.
“My my my, Kaley,” Thomas said, licking his lips as though he was just thinking the same thing, his tongue darting out to show me what I had been missing since leaving Keystone Manor and him. “I think you’ve turned a shade of pink just now. What could you possibly be thinking to turn that lovely shade?”
His grey eyes dilated to a dark charcoal as his body pushed me back towards the arm of the soft Italian leather sofa large enough for two people to sleep on side by side with room to spare.
With one push, I flipped over the arm and landed on my back, my legs flew up in the air, spread wide open.
Thomas smiled a wicked smile. “Look at you. You automatically went into your favorite position with me, didn’t you?”
He was immediately on top of me, kissing me with his hot mouth, his tongue tangling with mine.
Fuck I was a goner. Thomas and his tongue was a dangerous combination. The guy had been taking oratory lessons all his life to perfect his speech and vocal abilities. He knew how to work his tongue to maximize his voice and lungs. If there was any man who knew how to use his mouth and tongue on a woman, Thomas was a master at it.
I was already arching my back, bringing my breast up against his chest as he made love to my mouth, sending a shudder through me.
He lifted his lips from mine and chuckled. “Did I feel the beginning of an orgasm from you?” His hand traced the skin of my inner thigh until they were lingering over the thin lace strap holding my panties together. “Hmm, Kaley, what did you have in mind, walking back into Keystone Manor, wearing panties? You know they’re just going to be ripped right off.”
With that, he pulled the thin fabric off, tearing it in two, before lifting it to his mouth to lick it. “Soaked with your savory scent, Kaley. I just might have to keep this one as a souvenir to remember your homecoming.” He tucked the torn panties into his pants pocket before pushing my dress up so he can survey my pussy. A crazed look overcame him as he positioned himself between my thighs, his eyes staring at my pussy like it was the juiciest delicious steak.
His tongue darted out and licked me in one long and slow stroke from my rear to the tip of my clit. I clenched my teeth, as the pleasure of his wet tongue pressed down with different pressure along each nerve ending of my folds. He knew how to work me, how to bring each part of me to the brink, just by his masterful mouth.
I moaned, grabbing his head and running my fingernails gently through his hair and scalp, massaging his head as he gave me head.
He groaned, sending a rippling vibration with his mouth through my core.
With his teeth, he grazed my nub before taking it into his mouth, licking it in slow strokes then faster in a frenzy. Oh my God, I was buckling under him. His tongue licking me, his mouth sucking my core, and his chin pressing down on my folds, rubbing up and down was too much.
I came onto his face, while he continued the onslaught of pleasure, only lifting once to grin at me, his eyes hooded with desire and hunger for me.
My body rumbled and shudder again underneath him, bringing on another orgasm. “Fuck, Thomas,” I moaned. “I can’t take more of this.”
“Yes you can,” Thomas said, his voice so husky it deepened an octave. “And you will.”
With that, he bit my nub before I exploded into a series of intense shudders.
When I was finished, Thomas grabbed my thighs, pulling me closer to his face. His eyes were now close to the shade of black, dark with desire as he stared into mine the entire time he licked me dry. I didn’t know what was hotter…that look that said he wanted to consume me and fuck me until we couldn’t move at all the next three days or how he was now pulling my folds open with his finger as his tongue drove into my core, fucking me with his long and harden tongue.
Told you he was a master at eating pussy…my pussy especially.
“Oh fuck,” I moaned, feeling another wave of intense fucking pleasure build in me.
Thomas lifted his head just to say, “You haven’t been punished thoroughly yet, Kaley. Not at all…for all the torture you put me through. For leaving me and the guys.” He plunged his tongue into me again and again until I exploded in ecstasy.
As I subsided from my orgasm, Thomas finally lifted himself from me, looking at my pussy regretfully as he stood up. “Looks like your body has a memory of me in all the
