Page 45 of Tasting Innocence
He sets me down on the counter and sits in the chair in front of me. Wearing the T-shirt he discarded earlier, and nothing else, I simply part my legs.
“God, you’re a dream come true,” he says, standing up to kiss me before gently laying me down.
I stare up at the ceiling, my hands gripping the edges of the table as his large hands travel up my inner thighs. He tugs me to the edge of the wood, and then I feel his tongue ever so gently lick a path from my entrance to my clit.
It’s a whisper of a touch—a tiny taste of the pleasure I know he can deliver, and it makes my hips rock, seeking his mouth.
“Dex,” I plead, but he continues to tease, and I’d be lying if I said I hate it, because I enjoy the build up.
He swipes his tongue over my clit, ripping a gasp from my lungs as my back arches, and then he consumes me. Dex leaves no part of me untouched, making sure to kiss, lick, and suck on every possible area that brings pleasure.
My breath comes in pants as I plant my feet on his shoulders and he savors the taste of me—of what he made happen. I’ve never been this wet before.
Dex moans like he’s never experienced something so good, and then he lets his tongue loose on my clit, flickering it up and down. It’s not too fast, but not too slow, and just the right amount of steady pressure that makes my entire body tense up.
“Oh God,” I breathe, feeling a wave of heat and pin pricks spread across my body.
He grunts, and when I lift my head to look at him, I can tell he’s jerking himself off as he licks me. He’s so turned on by giving me pleasure, that he has to touch himself. Good God.
I drop my head back down and await that blissful moment I can feel building up.
“Dex,” I cry. “Oh God, Dex!”
I grip the table’s edges as I come, filling the room with my sinful scream.
His tongue travels lower, tasting the aftermath of my orgasm, and I whimper at the dirtiness of it. He seems not to mind the taste, because his tongue dips into me and I want to cry because of how good it feels. I’m overwhelmed in the best way.
Dex backs away, his arm moving quicker as he strokes his cock, his brows furrowed and his mouth open as he pants, staring at me.
I don’t know if it’s because I’m high on endorphins, or if his magical mouth has turned me into some sort of kinky virgin freak, but I say, “Come on me.”
Scooting back, I plant my feet on the table and prop myself up on my elbows so I have a good view.
His eyes meet mine, but he’s on the precipice of his release, and he doesn’t say anything before he stands up, his cock in hand with his shorts pushed to the middle of his thighs.
Dex steps closer, his free hand resting on the table as he strokes his cock between my legs. I can’t pull my gaze away, watching as his head comes close to touching me.
“Oh fuck,” he grunts, hunching over.
He spills his release on me, some of it hitting my lower stomach, but most of it landing in the sparse curls covering my pubic bone.
“Shit,” he hisses, having a full-body shiver.
Dex leans over me, his thick, heavy cock resting on my stomach. “God, who knew not having sex could be so great?” he says before kissing me.
I suck his bottom lip into my mouth, grinning as I release him. “I’m hoping having sex is just as good.”
“It’s better. With you, it’s going to be the best.”
He stands up straight and grabs some napkins, bringing them back to wipe his mess off of me. He does most of it, before handing me a fresh napkin to finish up.
“Thanks.”
“That was pretty hot,” he says with a grin, pulling his shorts up.
I bite my lip. “I agree.”
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