Page 20 of Thicker than Blood
Our lips meet and our tongues touch and before we can stop it, the heat rises fast and sultry making both of us moan. His lips leave mine only to fasten on my neck and give me little nibbles down the column of skin. His hands have worked their way up under my shirt to cup my bra-covered breasts.
“Oh God!” The hot molten feelings start to pool between my legs causing me to wiggle on his lap.
“I just… need a little taste.” He says the words even as he takes the shirt over my head and his hands come back to cup the satin-covered mounds. “It’ll be quick. I just need one little lick.”
My hands fumble with the clasp as I let the straps of the bra fall from my shoulders but don’t let it go any further. It’s not like this is something I am used to. I’ve never sat on someone’s lap, never kissed someone with my whole heart in it, never showed someone my body. He looks into my eyes and takes my hands in his, kissing both of them before he leans forward and does the same to the curves of my breasts where they bulge over the cups of my bra.
“Just a little kiss.”
“A little kiss,” I repeat the words as I try to catch my breath and take the bra all the way off, leaving my breasts bare before him.
He looks from my eyes to the curves I’ve exposed to him and back again. His hands come up and cup the now bare globes. A moan jerks from me at the brush of his skin against mine. My back arches as his fingertips run over the pebbled peaks before taking them in between his fingers and giving them a soft squeeze. A whimper leaves my mouth before I can fight it back and draws his eyes up to mine.
“Just a small kiss, sweets. Just like before.”
I nod woodenly and try to prepare myself but as soon as his mouth lands on me I’m writhing in his arms and moaning out his name. His mouth surrounds my nipples, and I feel his tongue brush against me. My hands wrap around his head, and I can’t help but press him further to me.
“Fuck, you taste…so fucking sweet. You know what it’s like to hold these soft curves in my hands and have them in my mouth? Do you have any idea how fucking sweet you are?”
I can’t answer him since all the air I have to breathe is being sucked out of the room as he nuzzles and licks me. “Oh…Casp…I…”
My hips start moving against him unconsciously as I search for the friction I know he can give me. He swirls his tongue around my areola before sucking my aching tip into his warm, wet mouth. Pleasure turns liquid inside my lower belly as desire pools between my legs.
“You are one big sugar cube, aren’t you? Just waiting for me to come along and lick you up. Nothing but sugar and sweet, sweet syrup.”
His hands drop to my bottom as he plays with the pockets stretched around my ass. I ride against the hard ridge pressing into the heat and warm wetness that has all but soaked through my shorts.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! You… you have no idea! I need… I’ve never needed before! Never wanted like this!” I feel the world around me shift and he lays me on the overstuffed couch and brings his mouth to my breast before skating further down me, over my belly, and then right above the snap of my jeans. His hands fumble against the closure before pulling them down my legs and exposing my wet panties to him.
I push my hands down over my mound to try to hide it, but he is having none of it and pulls my hands away holding them in one of his. “Maple, you’re soaked, aren’t you?”
I whimper for an answer. It is all I can do.
“Fuck! I…can I…God, sweet girl, I really need to put my mouth right here.” His touch brushes against the gusset of my panties.
“W…what?”
“I need my mouth on you. I need it like I need to breathe, baby. I need your pussy in my mouth.”
I cry out as he buries his face in my panty-clad pussy. His warm breath soaks into the fabric as my body starts to shake.
He rears up and growls like a wild animal before yanking my underwear in both his big hands causing the thin material to rip and air to wash against my fevered skin.
He is moving me so I am hovering on the edge of the couch as he hits his knees and licks his lips like he is about to make a meal out of me.
Chapter Nineteen
Caspian
I shouldn’t put my mouth on her bare pussy. I shouldn’t be pushing her to let me, but when the scent of her sweetness rose up and I breathed her in all I could think about was eating all the syrup Maple can make for me. All the nectar she has drenching her thighs is mine. I knock her knees apart and bend, running my nose up the middle of her body before using my tongue to devour her.
She cries out and her hands flutter around until they land on my head and sink into my hair. I make the same sounds wild animals make when they are feasting on their prey as I drag my roughened tongue up the petal softness of her pussy collecting the sweetness she is producing for me.
“Oh God! Caspian! What…Oh shit! Oh…I…I’m cumming so hard!”
Her back leaves the couch as her body bows up and she floods my mouth with her liquid sweetness. Fuck, if she doesn’t taste sweeter now that she’s cum for me. Her body rides my mouth as she yells my name over and over again. I don’t let up as I suck her swollen nubbin before nipping and biting every part of her open little pussy.
I can almost taste her innocence. The sweet tang of untouched purity fills my senses and I can’t fight the urge to push my tongue into her tight little entrance and have it become drenched in her. She’s writhing against me and begging me to let her rest.