Page 44 of Finally Moore
Burying my face into her neck, I proceed to taste her as I knead one of her voluptuous breasts. Scarlett’s legs spread below me, and my cock rubs her through the several layers of fabric still separating us—begging to be let out to play.
My lips continue to work their way down, licking and sucking each inch of flawless skin as it’s revealed. Even though I’m trying to take my time, savor her, it’s not long before my mouth lands on the center of her stomach just above the waistband of her jeans. Scarlett’s breath hitches as I take the first button between my teeth. It pops open with a snap. I repeat the action until she can raise her hips and I can tug her legs free, pressing kisses from her inner thigh down her calf as I go.
With one layer of clothing successfully tossed aside, I allow my tongue to travel along the path my lips laid out before it. I glance up when I reach the junction of her thighs. Scarlett’s eyes are on me as she sucks her bottom lip between her teeth. Without breaking eye contact, my mouth latches on to her mound, and I lick her through the lace of her thong, getting my first real taste of the meal I plan to feast on.
Scarlett lies there, head thrown back and chest heaving, as I remove the last barrier separating me from what I crave the most. My thumbs run up her smooth lips before parting them. I take a modest sample, a quick lick of her clit. Her body jolts as her flavor coats my tongue.
“God, your pussy is so fucking delicious. Best part…? It’s all mine,” is the last thing I say before I delve deeper and devour her. My fingers and tongue work in perfect synchrony as I play with her clit and thrust in and out of her center. “I could eat this pussy forever,” I say against her slick flesh.
Scarlett’s legs tense as her orgasm approaches, and her thighs clench around my head, muffling her beautiful cries as she comes apart. Her juices explode on my tongue as I lap up every drop. She’s still breathless as I come face to face with her.
“Wow,” she pants, jolting back when my fingers find her clit again. “Wait… I don’t think I—”
“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” I tell her. “But as much as I love tasting you when you come, I want to watch your face this time.”
“But I can’t—” Her statement is cut off as her eyes roll back and she squirms below me. It doesn’t take long before her legs go straight, and she traps my hand within the clutches of her thighs.
“That’s it, Angel. Come for me,” I urge her. “Let me see how pretty you are as you cream on my fingers.” It’s not long before she rewards me with the most beautiful sight I’ve ever had the privilege of seeing. I brush her damp hair back from her face. “That was perfect.” I don’t give her a chance to look away as I capture her mouth with mine.
Scarlett reaches for the hem of my sweater, making her intentions clear. I strip it off for her, along with my undershirt, and toss them both to the floor. Her eyes go wide as her nails trace along the pattern tattooed on my left pec. “Wow,” she says in obvious amazement. “I didn’t realize how far the design went.” She glances down at my abdomen with an arched brow.
I chuckle. “Sorry, Angel, nothing’s hidden down there.”
“Angel?”
“Yup.” I smile. “Your pussy is soft.” I run my fingers through her slick mess, gathering up some of her juices. “Creamy… and tastes like strawberries.” I suck the digits clean. “It’s just like eating angel food cake.”
Scarlett pulls me in, sampling her flavor on my lips as she undoes my pants and begins to push them down. She gasps as soon as my cock is freed from the confines of my boxers and lands hard on her leg.
“I thought you said you weren’t hiding anything down there?” I glance down, confused by the accusation, until she says, “You have an anaconda in your pants.”
I laugh against her lips as I position myself between her legs. “You can take me,” I assure her. But before I let myself get too carried away, I reach into my wallet to grab a condom—grateful I always keep one on hand just in case. Especially with the way my family likes to reproduce. I toss my pants onto the rest of the clothes we started to pile on the floor. “Tell me,” I say as I rub my tip between her folds. “How do you want me to fuck you?”
She hums, as if she needs a moment to consider her options. She seems nervous before she finally answers, gnawing on her lip in the most adorable way. “From behind.”
I let her up so that she can get onto her hands and knees, and I’m beyond thankful for the new view of her glistening center. I can’t resist the temptation and get another fix, my tongue delving between her folds and savoring her from this new angle.
“I’m never going to get enough of this pussy,” I say as I slide on the protective layer of latex, quickly line myself up, and am immediately met by resistance. All that foreplay, she’s practically dripping for me, and yet it still feels like it’s her first time. “You’re so fucking tight,” I tell Scarlett as I slowly work my way inside. She cries out and her face drops to the bed as I fill her to the brim. I pull out to the halfway mark, then thrust back inside again. I continue at this languid rhythm as Scarlett mews beneath me. “It’s like you were made to take my cock.”
“Harder,” she moans.
I pick up my pace, mesmerized by the image of my cock disappearing inside her, watching her ass cheeks jiggle with each thrust. “I love this ass,” I tell her, tapping a heavy palm against one cheek for good measure. Scarlett moans and clenches, clearly enjoying a little rough play, so I do it again, but a little harder this time.
“Fuck,” she groans into the bedsheets. “More…”
I do as she asks, increasing my tempo and spanking her ass until the flesh turns a healthy shade of red. She drops closer to the mattress as her orgasm approaches. “Stay on your knees,” I tell her.
“I can’t… I need to come…”
I grasp her hips and roll us over so that we’re both vertical and she’s riding my lap. My free hand then wraps around her throat to clutch her jaw. I turn her face so I can admire her profile. “That’s it, Angel. Now you can come.”
As she continues to fuck herself on my cock, my fingers slide off her hip to rub her clit. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…” she cries out as her pussy clamps me tightly. The pressure sends me over the edge. My lips slam against hers, and I swallow down the rest of her cries and feed her my own as we come together. “That was…” she pants when she can finally speak again, slumping over to lie beside me.
“Incredible,” I finish for her.
“I forgot how good sex could be. Then again, for me, I don’t think it was ever like that.” She shakes her head. “Just…wow.”
I turn to face her, my head propped up with one hand as the other traces patterns on her soft stomach. “I take it it’s been a while.” I’ll probably regret broaching the subject, but she brought it up first, so the timing seemed appropriate.