I pulled back and stared down at her. She stared back, mouth hanging open, chin tilted forward, eyes locked on mine. I released her hair and she let out a little gasp as I moved my hands down her body. I felt her hips, her breasts, and stopped at the button of her jeans.
She pushed her hips up toward me as I unzipped her and tugged them off. They came down and off, revealing black cotton panties. Simple, but somehow sensual, somehow fucking gorgeous. I spread her legs wide and moved back to stare at her. She looked angry, but she didn’t move, didn’t pull away or speak.
The moment teetered on the edge.
I knew it could go either way. It could break one way or the other. I could get up and leave her there soaking wet and moaning to herself, wishing I’d taken my desire. Or it could end up with her riding my cock until her skin broke out in sweat and her cheeks flushed red with pleasure.
One way or the other. A knife balanced on its blade. A die balanced on its corner.
Then I leaned forward and kissed her inner thigh. Her fingers twined through my hair and pulled hard. I grunted and smirked up at her and I knew which way it fell.
She pulled me up and my hand found her soaking pussy as I kissed her again. I teased her, moving up and down her panties before pushing them aside. Her slick spot was dripping down onto the couch as my fingers spread her wide and found her clit. Her hips rolled along with my rhythm as I teased her, slow at first, so agonizingly slow. I kiss her, bit her lip, made her moan into my mouth before pulling away and sinking my fingers deep inside her.
Her back arched. Her mouth hung open. “Owain,” she groaned.
That’s all I needed to hear.
I dropped down between her legs and shoved her panties aside again. I held them there as I licked her, lapping her up with a reckless and wild abandon. I sucked her clit and rolled my tongue around her hard little bud as her hips started to shimmy and pushed forward against my mouth. Her fingers found my hair again and her moans turned unintelligible as the pleasure mounted higher and higher.
I couldn’t stop. I needed her taste, needed her moans. All that tension, all that possibility blew up like a rocket between us. It was a rush of emotion and desire unlike anything I’d ever experienced before, full on nuclear pleasure, full of perfect taste. I sucked her faster, licking and rolling my tongue, listening to her moans and learning from her body. MY fingers slid inside and I kept going, faster, slower, faster again, harder, then softer, learning her moans, the way she said my name, the tone of her voice, the tension in her hips and thighs.
I read her like a book and I took her right to the edge, right up to that line where she was barely present in the world, so wrapped up in the pleasure racing along her spine and exploding in her skull, eyes rolled back and muscles tensed, legs and arms tight and fingers clutching at my hair, begging for the sweet release, begging and needing it but hoping it didn’t come, hoping she could ride that wave right there, just right there—
Her orgasm flowed through her body like sweet rain. Her back arched, spasmed, shook. Her legs tried to tense and close but I kept going. God, she was delicious, she was beautiful as she came on my tongue. It was one of the most perfect things I’d ever seen, the way her eyes rolled back, her chin tilted up toward the ceiling, my name on the tip of her tongue coming out between garbled moans, the way she shook and half laughed and half gasped, her breaths hitched in her chest. Her skin glowed and her cheeks were perfect and pink, and yes, god damn, yes, I was hard as hell and wanted nothing more than to press her down on the cushions and take her, right there, take every inch of her and use her for my own.
But that would ruin the moment.
Her orgasm finished in a slow cascade of relaxing muscles. She gasped and let out a breath, blinking fast like she was waking up from a dream. I ran my tongue top to bottom, tasting her, then pulled back and admired my handiwork.
She breathed hard, breasts rising and falling. Her panties were askew, her pussy pink and gorgeous. Her lips hung open, her eyes half-lidded.
She looked fucking perfect.
I kissed her and she returned that kiss with a surprising greed. I wanted her to taste herself on my lips and my tongue. I pulled back and slid a tongue into her moth. She sucked it, tongue rolling around my knuckle, eyes locked on mine.