Sweet: A Dark Love Story by Kit Tunstall, R.E. Saxton Page B

watched her face, doing his best not to disturb her or wake her yet. His lips curved as he imagined the first few moments after she woke. He hoped to see a sleepy smile of welcome, but was far more likely to see the angry side of her.
    She stirred slightly when he moved to position himself between her thighs, the creamy alabaster inviting his hands to run down the supple lines, though he resisted the urge. He wanted her in the perfect position, and he wanted her to wake with his face buried in her cunt.
    He finessed her legs apart without waking her, sliding his hands under her buttocks. She stirred again as he lifted and tilted her pelvis slightly, opening her fully to him. Declan used his thumbs to part her folds as she let out a sleepy sound that indicated she was close to waking completely.
    He abandoned finesse in favor of speed, deciding his best chance of a warm reception was to have her already slick and on the verge of coming as she woke. With that goal in mind, he buried his face into her pussy, taking a moment to savor her sweet scent, which made his mouth water.
    “Wha…?” she said in a voice still thick with sleep.
    He didn’t bother to answer, at least not verbally. Instead, Declan showed her what. His tongue darted into her opening, pressing as deeply as he could before sweeping upward, savoring the rich taste of her exploding on his tongue.
    Her hips bucked against him, and there was no resistance in her movements when he homed in on her clit. He sucked and flicked his tongue across the little bud before shaking his head, roughly abrading the underside of her hood, and not the sensitive tip directly.
    She gasped suddenly, and he knew she was awake. Determined not to give her time to stop him or push him away, he increased his pace, lapping her sweet cream as he lavished attention on her clitoris. When he drew the nubbin into his mouth and sucked firmly, she leapt off the bed for a moment and came with a hoarse shout.
    He eagerly lapped up every bit of her release, savoring it like it was a fine wine. No, like it was an addictive drug, one that made him feel blissful, and of which he could never get enough to satisfy him.
    He waited until she was completely relaxed underneath him, though her cunt was still twitching, before licking her again. He was surprised when she remained silent, other than breathless moans and eager whimpers, depending on what he was doing to her.
    She didn’t speak as he ravished her for two more orgasms, and her first words as the pleasure from the third one faded were, “Please, no more,” uttered in an exhausted whisper. “I can’t have another.”
    He grinned. “You should know that’s a challenge to a man like me, baby.” Those were the only words he managed to form before the tempting pink slit in front of him demanded his mouth’s full attention again. Fuck, she was sweet, with a hint of salt and unique tang that was all her own.
    He liked pussies. He liked everything about them, whether they were bald or hairy, tightly closed or naturally parted to reveal the delicious clit inside. He was a bit of a pussy aficionado, just like all heterosexual men. He’d seen quite a few over the years, having been a man-whore before marrying Hilary. He hadn’t been with a woman since his wife’s death, but he had watched plenty of porn over the last couple of years as his libido increased when his grief abated somewhat.
    He’d seen all kinds of pussies, but he didn’t think he was being biased when he concluded she had one of the prettiest pussies he’d ever seen, no matter how she presented. Whether he was holding her lips spread open to reveal every detail, or her labia were touching, forming a straight line with just the tiniest hint of her clit peeking out, he liked both views.
    When she was aroused, as she was at the moment, her clitoris a swelling, pouty little bud commanding attention as she wept cream, which glistened on her sweet pink flesh, she was fucking gorgeous.