hipbone. But by god, it was enough to drive me wild. After the alarming and stressful meeting with Kowlow, and spending all day keeping my hands from her, I couldn’t resist it anymore.
I crawled over her, keeping all of my weight off of her as she slept; I didn’t want to wake her just yet. My lips left a trail of breezy kisses from below her ear, down her neck. She shuffled a bit in her sleep but didn’t really stir. Kissing along her collarbone, my hands reached down and finished parting the towel. The cool air hit her, leaving the lightest bumps over her skin, her nipples turning hard. A smirk came over my face, kissing down to her breast and flicking my tongue over her nipple. I heard a soft gasp come from her, but when I looked up her eyes were still closed. My hands ran up and down her sides, basking in the softness of her skin. It was as though my hands craved her skin like they had gone through a drought and her skin was an oasis. However, I kept my touch to nothing more than a light rub, still not wanting to wake her right away. My lips traveled down her abdomen, across her hips. I began to part her legs, looking up to check to see if she was awake—she wasn’t. My lips covered each thigh in pecks, moving down to her knee and back up again. Once I returned from the second leg, I looked to her once again to find her sleeping and a smirk came to my lips.
Pushing her legs up a bit, I laid them on each of my shoulders. Very slowly, my tongue traveled from the end of her opening, up to her clitoris. And I heard it, the sharp intake of breath as she finally began to wake up. I wasted no time, not wanting to give her a chance to even speak. I licked the sweet pink lips a few times before pushing my tongue into her, to which her hips bucked out of reflex. I pushed it in as far as it would go before using a flicking motion. Her body began to twitch the more aware she became, breathy moans vibrating from her lips. I could feel that I already had a rock-hard erection, but I didn’t care. I hungered to touch her, to please her. There was nothing I wanted more in that moment than to make her come.
Withdrawing my tongue from her, I kissed the lips before letting my tongue once again lick her length. My tongue flicked over her clit, another sharp gasp coming from her. I then brought my lips around it, sucking on the sensitive bud. Her fingers were in my hair then, pulling on the roots, making me groan against her. Suppressing my own urges, I focused on her, sucking hard on her clit until I heard her beginning to pant. Pulling back, I gave it a slow lick, feeling her muscles shudder from the sensation. My erection began to press uncomfortably against the cloth of my shorts, every little noise or move she made driving me wild. I kept my own temptations at bay by thinking of how sexy it would be to watch her come just from me pleasuring her like I was. My tongue pressed back into her, this time she was completely wet from her excitement. I flicked my tongue in and out as fast as I could before pushing it into her deeply, swirling my tongue around. My hand reached up and with one finger, I rubbed her clit. Her muscles tensed around me, I knew a climax was coming. I pushed it hard into her, exploring every crevice of her I could as my finger picked up speed with rubbing her. Her hips began to rock against me, moans erupting from her. “Oh god, Dracon,” she groaned, only making me pick up the speed. Her breathing was loud and labored as her thighs began to squeeze my neck. Her muscles contracted around my tongue, juices flowing down softly. I pushed my tongue in and out slowly as she climaxed, her hips still twitching against my face. Holding still, I let her finish, her body pressing down onto my tongue.
Finally withdrawing my tongue, I gave her clit a quick lick which made her giggle and her hands reached down to cover her sex. “Don’t!” she whined. “That tickled, it’s sensitive.” I gave a dopey grin as I sat up
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