His to Taste by Jacqueline Winlock Page B

of his touch and I ran my hands up and down his muscular back as he kissed and sucked on my aching tits.
    He kissed his way down my soft belly and dipped his tongue into my navel, making me giggle and squirm. His warm hands slid under my skirt to caress my thighs and I moaned in answer. He felt so good kneading at my flesh, and I bucked my hips uncontrollably. I cried out in shock when I felt his fingers playing with the inner seam of my panties. He traced the cotton band up and around my pelvis and I whimpered my need for more of his touch.
    Time seemed to stand still as I concentrated all of my attention on those fingers delving under my panties. I knew the cotton was soaked from all of his ministrations and I sucked in my breath when he finally tugged the fabric aside and I felt the heat of his hand on my pussy.
    “Oh, god!” I gasped. I held myself still and shut my eyes to focus on the sensations running through my body. His long fingers gently stroked my wet pussy lips, letting me get accustomed to the feel of his touch, before he delved a little deeper. He lightly grazed my aroused little clit and I cried out from the pleasurable shock.
    With a grunt, he firmly pulled off my panties and skirt, and spread my thighs open to his hot, hungry gaze. I blushed and tried to close my legs, but he shook his head and gently wedged his shoulders between my stiffened thighs. “Trust me, baby,” he murmured, kissing my lower belly. “You’re exquisite. Let me taste your lovely little pussy, sweetheart.”
    As soon as he started playfully nibbling on my inner thighs, I could feel my nervousness melt away and I relaxed into the pillows. His fingers resumed their gentle ministrations again and I moaned as he expertly played with my wet pussy. I closed my eyes and surrendered to his masterful touch. He blew lightly on my soft pink folds and I whimpered at the sensations. I arched off the bed and screamed when his hot tongue lapped at my sensitive flesh in long, voluptuous strokes. He darted his tongue deeper into my pussy and devoured me as if I was a decadent gourmet dinner. I couldn’t have quieted my panting cries even if I had bothered to try. He carefully worked in a long, searching finger deeper into me and I could feel my tight passage almost sucking him in further. He added another thick finger and I almost came up off the bed, the teasing friction on my inner lips driving me crazy. Craning my neck, I watched his dark head as he worked his magic on my almost painfully aroused flesh. I couldn’t believe that I was lying there naked, except for my flipped up skirt, staring at Jake Cochran as he filled my virginal pussy with his hot tongue and thick fingers. Despite reading hundreds of erotica stories, they never could have possibly prepared me for this moment.
    Writhing beneath him, I shoved my fingers through his thick dark hair and ground myself against his artful mouth. I could feel him smiling and I tugged harder on his hair, desperate to finally come. He gently pinched at my pouting pink lips and hungrily licked up and down my slit, forcing me to take the exquisite sensations. Without any warning, he shoved my thighs further apart, until I was laid bare and vulnerable to his devouring mouth. Fastening his mouth onto my clit, he sucked at the hard little nub until I sobbed his name like a litany. I clawed at his shoulders as bursts of pleasure erupted throughout my body, and I screamed as the tumultuous waves of my orgasm finally crashed over me, my hips undulating wildly and my thighs shaking from the intensity.
    He patiently held his tongue against my pulsing mound until I gradually come down from my high. His fingers swirled soothingly inside me as the rhythmic clenching of my inner muscles finally relaxed. I slumped back against the bed, and sighed. As my ragged breathing slowed, I let my heavy eyelids drop, and I focused on the lovely aftermath of my climax. I felt him roll onto his side, and I could feel his gaze