Letters to the Baumgarters by Selena Kitt Page B

mine. I could barely wait, my whole body pulsing with need.
“I want your mouth. Please. Lick me.”
    He didn’t need to be asked twice. I was hanging half off the edge of the
bed, my legs dangling, and he got down on his knees on the floor, shoving my
skirt up to my waist. I parted my pussy my lips with my fingers for him as he
kissed his way up my thigh, his breath hot, fast. He was excited as I was.
    He pressed my thighs open wider with his palms flat, shoving my legs
back, rocking my hips up, completely exposing my pussy and ass to him. I moaned
in anticipation, rubbing the hood of my clit with one finger, not wanting to
wait. Mason was busy licking the inside of my thigh, following the fleshy seam
between my leg and my pelvis with his tongue.
    “You’ve got such gorgeous legs.” He praised me, murmuring, in between
kisses. He had them pressed far back, my heels still on. I didn’t tell him they
were the same heels Nico had bought me for our hotel stay. “Your skin is like
silk.”
    “Please,” I whimpered. Not that I minded the compliments. They made me
flush with pleasure. I loved the way he looked at me, so wolfish, like he could
put me in a dish and eat me with a spoon. Finally, oh god, finally his mouth
reached my pussy, his tongue lapping up and down my lips, teasing the swollen,
wet flesh, making me squirm on the bed.
    “Oh my god, you taste so good.” His tongue slipped through my cleft,
smooth and slick, scooping up my juices as he went, spreading them over my
labia, up to my clit. My hips lifted toward him in response the moment his
mouth covered my pussy. He knew just what I liked, finding my pleasure center,
that electric hot spot that made me quiver, feeling his way.
    I’d forgotten how good he was, how well he knew me. My body responded
without thought, giving myself to him like an offering, spread out and
trembling. His mouth worked between my legs, but he kept his fingers busy too,
working them slowly into my pussy, then moving them in and out, fucking me
gently while he licked me.
    “Oh god, baby, faster,” I panted, grabbing my own knees, pulling them
back. “Fuck me harder!”
    He plunged his fingers into me, jolting my whole pelvis with a heart-pounding
rhythm, his tongue never wavering on my clit. I was so close to orgasm,
breathless and out of control, I felt full of heat and light, as if my whole
body was on fire.
    Then he slid a finger down and rubbing my ass, teasing the tight ring of
my asshole, my juices and his saliva already making it wet. I gasped when he
slid it in to the first knuckle, the sensation so naughty and at the same time
so exciting it nearly sent me screaming over the edge toward orgasm.
    “You like that?” he teased, knowing full well that I did. His fingers
moved in deeper, then deeper still. He had a finger in each hole, pussy and
ass, fucking me again gently. I thrust against his hand. Being fingered just
made me want his cock and I found myself wishing he had more than one, so he
could do me like this, just like this.
    “Make me come.” I pressed my hand to his head, fitting his mouth over my
mound. “Lick it. Oh god, yes, like that. Please, please, make me come!”
    His tongue found that spot again, working it with a vengeance as he
fingered my pussy and my ass together, sinking deeper with every thrust. I
cried out, digging my heels into his shoulders, my back arching as I came, my
climax surprising us both with its force, my pussy and ass spasming together
around his fingers in ecstatic rhythm.
    Mason slid up between my thighs and I wrapped my legs around him as we
kissed. I sucked at his tongue, tasting the musk of my pussy, feeling him
fumbling with his belt and zipper. Then, oh then, his cock slid through the wet
pleat of my pussy, seeking entrance. He groaned when he found what he was
looking for, plunging into my wetness, not waiting, not giving me even a moment
to breathe.
    “Oh god!” I clung to him, the bed squeaking under our weight,