She’s wet. Her pretty little pussy is a cherry begging to be plucked off the vine. I run my tongue along the side of her pussy lips and get a taste of her wetness. It’s intoxicating. Almost as intoxicating as the melody of her moans.
“I’m going to show you what it’s really like to come.” I use my finger to trace the outside of her pussy lips before following with my tongue. “You’ll beg me to let you breathe before I’m done—if you even remember how.”
“Fuck…” I hear her breath getting caught her throat already.
I shift into position and begin to trace my way around the outside of her pussy lips. I tease her clit with a few quick flicks of my tongue that make her excitement build. She can already tell how good it will be. That’s what matters. More anticipation to the point she can’t crave anything except what I intend to do to her.
Kiana crawled into my bed without her panties, and she’s going to find out what happens to any girl brave enough to do that. She knew what could happen when she walked down the hallway, and I know she wanted it. I was her fantasy, and tonight it will come to life.
But she’s become my fantasy now.
“That feels good…” Kiana’s hands grab the sheets and ball into fists when I flick my tongue against her clit.
“It’s going to be a lot better.” I move the hood with my fingers and grind my tongue against the sensitive bundle of nerves.
“God, yes.” Her back arches, and a loud moan echoes in the air.
I move my tongue down to the entrance of her pussy and push the tip inside her. She’s so fucking tight. That will be paradise for my cock—eventually.
We’ve got a long way to go before that happens.
Chapter Eleven
Kiana
The lap dance was foreplay.
We just didn’t know what it was going to lead to when it was over.
I’ve wanted Bram since I was old enough to understand the wants and needs that my body would eventually demand. I fantasized about it. I dreamed about it. I used to picture myself being on his arm and get jealous of every girlfriend who was lucky enough to be where I wanted to be. But I wasn’t old enough to truly understand desire.
Now I am.
And that desire is unfolding in front of my eyes. I don’t care if my parents find out, and I get one more checkmark in the disappointment column.
The moment I felt Bram’s lips crush mine was the moment I knew everything had changed. I may have spent my life being a wallflower until I was forced to take the stage, but that wasn’t when I bloomed. This is. It’s happening right now. I’m a woman in Bram’s arms, with his lips teasing my skin—with his tongue doing things to me that are so much better than anything my imagination could have created.
“That feels good…” I moan when Bram’s tongue dances against my clit.
My orgasm at the club was unexpected. It was sudden and came out of nowhere. This one won’t be. I can already feel it building. It’s more methodical, and the intensity is beyond comprehension. Every circle he makes with his tongue sends pleasure shooting through my veins. I crave the release, but it feels so damn good I don’t want it to end in an explosion of bliss, not yet—every second is a gift.
I can feel my breathing getting heavier. My heart is pounding in my chest. I can’t just feel my pulse—I can literally hear the rush of blood that is sending pleasure through my body. My muscles are stiff and tight, to the point that they’re shaking.
“Don’t stop, please don’t stop…” I moan louder, and Bram’s tongue moves faster in response—god, that feels amazing.
A pressure begins to build inside me. It’s familiar. I’ve felt it before when I was alone in my bed—under the covers with my panties beside me and thoughts of Bram running through my head. I never stopped thinking about him, even after he was gone. Now it’s more than a fantasy that brings me to climax. It’s actually him. And we haven’t even gotten to the point where my fantasies usually go.
But we will. I climbed into his bed as a virgin, but I won’t be one when I leave it.
“Oh god…” I arch my back, and my hands move to his head.
The pressure begins to get stronger, so strong that I don’t even know how to control it. I can’t set the pace. I can’t make him go slower to prolong it. That makes it even better. I give in. I let the bliss surge through my body and build toward the inevitable rush of euphoria. My thoughts begin to spin, and the point of no return crashes into me like waves hitting the shore.
“I’m gonna come!” I dig my nails into Bram’s scalp, and my head rolls back.
His tongue moves faster when I tell him that I’m about to come. He puts both hands on my thighs and holds me in place as the intensity makes me try to squirm. The pressure gets tighter, then a mighty release sweeps through me. That’s the pleasure I’m used to—the pleasure I expect—but it doesn’t stop there. Bram’s tongue keeps moving against my clit, even as it gets more sensitive to his touch, and I peak higher than I realized was possible.
I soar. Mentally, I’m in the clouds, but my body doesn’t leave the bed. I hit a peak that’s higher than any orgasm I’ve given myself, and I stay there—for so long it feels like I’m trapped at the crest of ultimate bliss. It makes me ache
