Page 20 of Haze's Jewel
Her eyes fly open, and her mouth gapes wide. “Say what now?”
“I’m not other guys. I want to taste you, feel your pussy quivering under my tongue. I want to put my tongue inside you and feel you clench around it when you come. I love giving oral sex and can’t wait to give it to you.”
She seems frozen with indecision. I do the best I can to help her decide by bringing her good hand to her pussy and gliding her fingers through her slit. I can hardly contain my pleasure at seeing her fingers are wet, like her juicy pussy. Looking her in the eye, I bring her hand to my mouth and lick each finger clean.
Her eyes flutter as my tongue roams over her fingers eager to capture every drop. When I’m finished, she opens her eyes and I say, “Yes or no, sweetness.” Glancing down at her wet pussy, I add, “Whichever decision you make, I’ll honor.”
“I’m all in,” she tells me as she relaxes back onto the bed. My eager tongue doesn’t want to waste a second.
“Good girl, I purr.” Just because that’s the kind of thing I normally say.
One of her feet immediately lands on my chest and she presses a little. “I’m not a dog. You know that, right?”
I’ve somehow managed to annoy Anna right out of the gate. I run my hands up the outside of her thighs and everything falls away except this offense. “Of course you’re not a dog. I didn’t know that ‘good girl’ was reserved for dogs. Now that I know you don’t like that, I won’t use it again. Are there any other turn offs I should know about?”
She stammers, “I don’t like phrases that make me feel like an animal, object, or child.”
I grin down at her, thrilled that she didn’t automatically apologize for the line she just drew. “Duly noted. Are we good to continue?”
When she nods, all smiles, I pull her down to the edge of the bed and kneel on the floor. This position puts me right where I most want to be. Parting her legs, I lean down and inhale deeply. Beneath the clean scent of our shower is the most alluring female scent I have had the pleasure of encountering.
I run one finger through her slit, ending with a nudge against her clit which causes her to make a tiny sound of pleasure.
“You like that, don’t you?” I say seductively.
“You know I do,” she replies with a fresh wave of arousal washing over her face.
I spend some exploring to discover what she likes. Once I realize that she only responds when I touch her clit, I zero in on the fact that she loves a soft, right over the top graze of my fingers. I reorient my hand, so all my now wet fingers gently bump over her clit that I’m spreading open with my other hand. I know that I’ve hit the nail on the head when she writhes and moans my name.
I love hearing her say my name in the throes of passion and knowing that I’m the one giving her so much pleasure makes my chest swell with pride. When I’ve got her worked up, I switch to my always eager mouth. Seeing her pleasure is one thing but tasting is a whole different level of amazing. Her pussy is hot, juicy, and tastes like salted watermelon. Of course that could be my shower gel, but I like to think it’s Anna’s unique flavor.
The moment my tongue swirls around her clit, she sighs. But when I lap over the top of her clit, she squirms back, away from my mouth. I know that sometimes women try to get away from strong sensations during sex, even if it’s pleasurable. That’s usually my cue to ease up and give them a chance to acclimate. So, that’s what I do now. My tongue slides to the side of her clit instead.
She relaxes as I go back to circling her clit with my tongue. When she calms down a bit I try the over maneuver again. This time, she’s right there with me. I can’t get enough of the sounds she makes, the way she tangles her fingers in my hair and presses me closer. The moment she starts rubbing herself against my tongue is when I realize that my cock is throbbing like it has a heartbeat of its own.
I’m loving every second of this hot, sexy interaction. I’ve been trying to dial down my attraction for Anna for weeks and now she’s letting me lick her to orgasm. Not that it takes her very long to have her first one of the night. She comes screaming my name and pushing me back off her. Her response to my talented tongue flips all the right switches for me.
I crawl back up and gaze down into her face that’s flushed with arousal.
When her eyes pop open and she sees me looking down at her, she gasps. “Are you trying to kill me? I felt like the top of my head was going to explode.”
I laugh because although her words are harsh, her expression is admiring. “You deserve all the best orgasms,” I tell her. I’ve always worked hard to please my bed partners but for some reason, knowing I’ve done right by Anna causes warm feelings to multiply in my chest.
She pulls me down on top of her and whispers “I don’t know if I can handle more orgasms. We should probably call it a night, since you have to work in the morning.”
“What in the world are you talking about?” I thump my chest with one hand and crow, “I’m in the prime of my life, healthy, and my tongue needs another work out, sweetness. I think you could go another round. Don’t try to deny it.”
She reaches up and loops her good arm around my neck. “Are you always such a braggart?”
“Only when I’m trying to impress a woman I’m really into.”
My response is rewarded by a huge smile, God, she’s just so sweet. After tonight I’m not sure I’ll be able to let her go, I hope she’s gonna be okay with that.
Chapter 9
Annalese
I wake up the next morning alone in Haze’s bed. The two bedrooms might be small, but the beds are huge. I’m guessing it’s because they were bought with the intention of holding two big muscle-bound bikers. I noticed when I first arrived, that Haze and his brother are almost mirror images in terms of build. Haze is the better looking of the two, I decide while laying dreamily between his sheets. He has better facial symmetry. And a cute smirk.