I kiss her lips again, unable to resist the fullness of them. “You feel so damned good.”

I slip my fingertip underneath the lace of her bra. The nipple hiding under there is hard and full. I touch it gently and she arches into my hand, looking for more.

I unbutton her little shorts and pull the zipper down slowly, teasing us both with the reveal. Sure enough, the panties match. My sister once said if a man undresses a woman and finds that her bra matches her panties, he’s played right into that woman’s hands. Fuck, I never wanted to play into a woman’s hands more.

I lick along the top of the panties, right where they meet her skin. She gasps and clenches my hair with her hands. I pull her shorts down more and she wiggles her hips until they are down to her thighs. Carefully, I slide them lower without letting the material touch her knees. When I finally get them off, she lifts those long, smooth legs and teasingly, provocatively, spreads them wide.

Hell! She’s showing me the sweet, wet heat at the center of her.

I stare like a man transfixed at the wet patch as she lifts her hips until her sex is inches away from my nose. The heady scent of her arousal fills my nostrils.

Like a wolf scenting the air, I inhale in quick bursts.

She pulls back and my nose moves forward, following the intoxicating trail of her scent. Her hands skim lightly over her ribs and linger over the tops of her satiny breasts. She cups her breasts. I stare at her utterly riveted. Keeping her legs straight, she opens her thighs so her long, long legs make a fabulous V. The position is obscene and bewitching.

She is good enough to eat.

She holds the pose while I kiss and lick my way up her spread thighs. The crotch of her panties is completely soaked and I can see the puffy lips through the transparent material. I push my hand against it and the moan that comes from her almost makes me come in my pants.

I pull the material to one side–I need to see all of her–and look at her pussy. Fuck me. I can’t take my eyes of it. So goddamn pink and sweet. God only knows how many pussies I have seen in my lifetime, but hers takes my breath away. I stare at the pink glistening whorls of wet flesh. In that position, the hole gapes, as if begging to be filled, taken, fucked. Enticingly thick nectar drips out of it.

Like an uncivilized heathen, I stick my watering mouth right where it was dripping.

She groans at the first stroke of my tongue along her swollen folds. Her pretty little pussy is as soft as the petals of a flower and as sweet as nectar. My tongue delves deeper as I eat her out greedily. I can’t get enough.

My hungry slurping draws even louder moans from her as I hit on the spots she loves the most. She pushes her fingers through my hair and arches her hips up to me, giving me more access.

I begin drawing designs all over her with my tongue. When I hit a spot that makes her shiver and go tense with pleasure, I hold her tighter to my mouth and keep at it, rubbing, licking, sucking, worshiping until I find a rhythm that makes her moan with ecstasy and her body squirm.

“Don’t you dare stop,” she begs, driven purely by pleasure.

I suck the engorged button hard. It takes less than a minute before her body becomes a hard bow. She pushes her clit even deeper into my mouth. She lets out a long wail that bounces off the walls as she collapses underneath me. Limp and completely sated, she lies panting…but not for long. Sticky-sweet honey is all around my mouth and I lick it clean.

“You’ve got a sweet little pussy,” I tell her, and lick her all over again. Her poor clit throbs under my tongue.

When she comes clawing and grasping at the sheets, I lie down beside her and rub my palm on her nipple, over the lace of her bra. It’s as hard as a little stone. It doesn’t take long for her to catch her breath and rise on her elbows.

She grins at me. “Now it’s your turn.”

Her searching hands find the button of my jeans and slide the zip down. She fumbles a bit so I help her push my pants off. As soon as they get to my ankles, I kick them away.

Now there’s nothing between us but a pair of boxers. I lift my hips and she hooks her fingers into the waistband and pulls the thin material down. My dick jumps to full attention.

“You’re so huge,” she gasps in wonder.

I look down and my dick is pulsing so crazily to get inside her silky warmth it actually hurts. “That’s right, and you’re going to take every inch of me inside your tight pussy, baby.”

She slides her hands up my thighs and my cock jerks at her touch. One hand curls around my upright dick. I groan at the sudden thrill of her small hand fisting my cock. Her fingers are cool and sure as she slowly slides them along the shaft and over the pulsing veins as she feels every inch of me. It is as though she’s memorizing me, testing the texture of my skin, exploring me.

“Your skin is like silk,” she murmurs.

Leaning forward, she wraps her red mouth around my cock and starts sucking it in. I want to say something, but I lost the power of speech. I dig my hands into her hair as she takes my cock deeper and deeper into her throat.

“I won’t be able to last long,” I warn.

She looks up at me with wide open eyes and bobs her head up and down my shaft.

“Spread your legs, Tamara. I want to see what’s mine.”

Obediently, she readjusts her body and allows me to see her wet, open pussy. I stare at her flesh and lick my lips thinking of how sweet she tasted earlier. Suddenly, I can hold it no longer. I try to pull my cock out of her mouth, but she clamps her hands around my hips and starts making a swallowing motion.

I explode in her mouth while she moans and milks every last drop from me.