“Am I hurting you?”
“No,” she said breathlessly.
“Tell me if I hurt you,” I instructed. “So I can stop . . .” I murmured, soft and low, as I unbuttoned her blouse and tugged her bra straps down. I bared one breast and pulled the rosy tip into my mouth. “Hmm . . . you taste so good, sweetheart. I’ve been starving for you.”
Her fingers threaded through my hair as I worshipped one nipple and then the other. I carefully pulled her upright so I could get rid of her shirt and bra. Then I helped her lie down again. I kissed her belly and her sides, taking special time to kiss her scars. She was perfect. The fact that she had survived so much only made her more beautiful.
“You are already a work of art,” I breathed as I lowered my face to her pussy. I kissed the soft pink cotton of her panties. She smelled like warm skin and soap. There were little hearts and flowers on this pair. I kissed each one until I was nestled between her thighs with my mouth pressed to her pussy lips.
Unfortunately, there were still panties hiding my prize from me.
I leaned back and lifted her legs, reaching down and sliding her panties up and away. I didn’t get back to her pussy right away though. I stared into her eyes as I let my hands slide up and down her gorgeous legs, teasing her by getting really close to her delicious pussy but stopping just short of touching it. I grabbed one ankle and held her still while I sucked her sexy little toes, one by one. She squirmed and squealed and giggled, but I didn’t stop. Then I grabbed her other leg and gave her other foot the same treatment.
“Every inch of you is fucking perfect.”
It wasn’t just lip service. She was incredible, inside and out. I stared at her gorgeous face, high, firm tits, and curvy body. I couldn’t believe this woman was mine. We’d overcome so much already, before we even met and since then. We’d survived together. I wouldn’t let her fucked-up self-image steal another second of this from us.
I was going to fix the way she saw herself, even if I had to worship every inch of her a million times to prove it. I grinned and spread her legs so I could get to work. I was more than happy to take on the job.
I was a man who never did anything halfway.
My shoulders wedged under her silky-smooth thighs as I stared at her juicy pink pussy. It looked so good. Her puffy little lips and hard little clit peeking from the tiny hood. The petals that unfolded when I opened her with my fingertips.
Parker’s pussy really looked like a fucking flower.
“Hmm . . . I missed you, sweetheart. I missed this gorgeous pussy.”
I leaned down and breathed on it. She cried out. I grinned and started a slow, extremely thorough exploration of her pussy. I used the sharpest point of my tongue, then flattened it, letting it flutter against her lips.
“Ohh . . . Shane . . .”
“Yes?”
“Hmmph?”
I chuckled and lifted my lips to work her clit for a while. Not too fast and not too hard. I wanted her begging for me.
She would beg for me.
“Oh! Please . . .”
That didn’t take long, I thought with a smirk. I felt my cock lurch with jealousy as I pushed my tongue inside her, scooping upward to stroke her G-spot.
Her hips started to rock against my face in tempo as I tongue-fucked her. I started strumming her clit, soft and fast, with my fingers. Her hips moved faster. I saw her head tossing back and forth above me. She was close.
I stopped everything, reaching up to play with her nipples while her hips rocked against nothing. She groaned and I blew softly on her pussy. She made a sound of pure frustration.
“I want you to feel how I’ve felt. I’ve felt like this every day. Every single day since you told me you were a girl.”
I played with her nipples for a while.
“I was desperate for you. Obsessed. I still am. So never again think for a second that you aren’t good enough. You are too good. Too sexy. Too sweet. I couldn’t love you more than I do. It’s not possible.”
She whimpered, and I took pity on her. I slid in two long fingers to finger-fuck her pussy while I sucked her clit into my mouth. I flicked my tongue against it, hard and fast. Her cries let me know she was close. I pulled back again, smiling at her, and played with her tits. I wasn’t going to make her wait too long this time though. I just wanted to remove the last vestige of shyness from between us. I wanted her to tell me exactly what she wanted.