“Please, Snake.”
Though I want to feel his tongue on my pussy more than anything, he takes his sweet time. Keeps me floating on waves of temptation and desire. Kisses my neck, my shoulders, my arms, until he reaches my tits.
Damn, do I ever moan while his tongue plays with my nipples.
I shift and squirm beneath him and my thigh rubs against his crotch. Beneath his jeans, he’s thick and hard and my pussy tingles in eager anticipation; I’m slick, wet, aching for him.
“Snake…” I start. Thinking to urge him faster. Now that I have him, I want him; I’m sick of waiting.
He puts a finger to my lips.
“I’ve waited fucking years for this, Addie. And it’s better than I could’ve asked for. So I will take my fucking time with you and enjoy every fucking second I have.”
But I’m sick of waiting.
Of having men tell me what to do. Hell, it’s been my entire life as the president’s daughter — go here, don’t go there, stay safe, stay away from this, stay away from that — now I will take what I want.
I grab his hand in both of mine and, before he can react, I wrench it down between my legs. Against the part of me I so desperately want his touch upon.
I take his hand and I use it.
I guide his fingers through how I want to be touched. How I’ve touched myself.
“I’m sick of fucking waiting,” I gasp. “I want you now.”
My toes start to tingle. So fast it surprises me. But then, I’ve never had any man touch me like he’s touching me now. Never wanted any other man to touch me like he’s touching me.
I rock my hips while I use his fingers, guiding and holding his hands exactly where I want them. Until the tingling heat building in my toes grows, until it rises through the rest of my feet, to my calves, all the way to my thighs, and I can feel my body tensing and tightening as the rest of me prepares to break.
It’s never happened this fast.
Though, in my fantasies, it’s always happened with him.
Every time.
Alone, when my hands were doing the work that his are now, I’ve thought of him. Ever since I was old enough to know what I was doing, I’ve wanted him. Here. In this moment.
And then he takes his hand away.
My eyes open wide, the heat fades, and angry words find their way to my lips.
But he’s quicker than my words.
“I’m not going to half-ass making you come, Addie,” he growls. “And I’m sure as fuck not going to miss out on having your pussy on my lips, either.”
And he stretches out, laying by my side and putting his head between my legs while his lips and tongue turn my body to electrified jello.
I shake the second he licks me. The second his lips kiss my pussy.
This is something more. Something powerful. Something all-consuming that will light my whole body up and ruin me.
And, though I’m tempted to just shut my eyes, lay my head back, and enjoy that — finally — the man that I’ve always wanted is focused solely on making me come, I don’t.
I keep my eyes open.
First, I look down to remind myself that this is real; Snake really is between my legs, tasting me, pleasuring me, this isn’t some exceptionally real fantasy; this is the man I want, giving me what I want.
Then I look to my left.
His crotch is inches from my face, still covered in jeans, and his bulge is crying out for my attention.
It’s tricky to get his jeans undone when my fingers are twitching and tingling like they are, but I manage.
I’m determined.
I want him in my mouth.
He shifts his hips, making it easier for me, and I pull him free.
I turn a little, take him in my mouth, and taste him for the first time. The first time I’ve ever tasted any man.
“Oh goddamn, Addie,” he says, stopping for a moment to moan and thrust his thick cock deeper in my mouth.
I don’t answer, except for a moan; I’ve got his dick in my mouth, and I don’t think there’s any force on earth that could take this away from me.
I may not be experienced, but I’ve thought about this moment for so long; I make up for being a novice with the enthusiasm I have for finally having the man I’ve always wanted.
He’s shaking and moaning because of what I’m doing, I think to myself with pride.
It’s my tongue that’s making him clench and thrust.
It’s my lips that’s making him freeze up like a deer in headlights because he’s so overcome.
It’s my hand wrapped around his cock and pumping it into my mouth that’s making him gasp like he’s already about to break.
But I don’t have long to enjoy my feeling of accomplishment.
It doesn’t take Snake much time to get his bearings back, and then his tongue returns to my pussy, his lips kiss my clit in a way that makes stars burst behind my eyelids and makes my lips go numb, and then all I can think about is that I have his cock in my mouth while I’m twitching and shaking and coming against his face.
My mind goes blissfully blank. My senses rocket into empty space.
And when I come to, he’s between my legs, thick cock resting against my pussy.
“I need to fuck you, Addie. I need it so fucking bad,” he moans.
“Wait,” I say, shocking myself that I can even get any words out at all. “Are you…? Do
