“Oh my god, Mickey! Fuck!”
That was more like it. I pushed my face further into her, relishing how her slickness coated my chin. I slid my nose along that sensitive bundle of nerves at her apex, using my tongue to stroke and map out everything else.
And Amber seemed to love every moment of it. Her hands left her face only to grip at both my head and my shoulder. I knew that if my hair wasn’t so close cut, that her fingers would be buried in it. Maybe I would grow it out just for her, so she had something to hold onto while I ate her out of mind and soul.
I pulled away just enough to catch my breath for a moment, licking my own lips and tasting her everywhere. Amber whined at the loss of contact, her eyes meeting mine.
Fuck, she looked wrecked. The thought that I had done that to her, that I was actively doing that to her, was like a shot of adrenaline. I felt myself burning hotter, brighter, and my manhood was pulsing like it might combust if I didn’t get myself inside of her.
But not yet, not yet at all. It would have to wait.
“So delicious,” I murmured, leaning forward to catch her mouth in a quick, chaste kiss -folding her practically in half as I did so- before returning down below.
She was so responsive, so superb below me. While I had always enjoyed being a giver, I found myself wanting to push it further, farther. To make sure I was burned into every part of her mind.
Her fingers scrabbled against my scalp, trying to find purchase. What little of her hips were on the seat attempted to push off, to bring herself closer to my mouth. I shifted, using one hand to help her while the other slid up between her legs.
“More,” she gasped as she felt me move. That was my girl, asking for what she wanted. I would give it to her. She’d never have to want for anything as long as I was there. She’d had too much of that already. “Mickey, I need more.”
I rumbled into her, shifting my mouth upwards to encircle that sensitive bundle of nerves while two of my fingers slid into her. The sound that drew out of her had me leaking right then and there, and that feeling only grew stronger as I crooked my fingers, looking for that almost spongy sort of tissue that was up behind that little shelf that was her pubic bone.
Right when I found it, I dragged my slick fingers along it at the same time I sucked on her bud.
“Fuck! Mickey!”
Yes, that was what I was looking for. The utter bewilderment, the shock in her tone that told me I was doing right by her. The game was over now, no more teasing, no more winding her up. I worked her over in double time, only pausing in suction to drag my tongue in different directions across her.
It didn’t take long for words to leave Amber completely, filling my trailer with only the sounds of her pleasured gasps and cries. I was sure someone walking by could hear us, but I didn’t care. I wanted all of them to know that I was able to provide for her expertly.
“I’m- Oh God, Mickey, I’m gonna-” her voice broke off in a whine as I added a third finger, changing my angle within her ever so slightly.
“Come for me, baby girl,” I ordered, feeling like every cell in my body was standing on edge. “All over my face.”
The idea must have worked for her because she let out a shuddering gasp before her back arched, practically jack-knifing her in my hold. Her nails bit into me, ten little pinpricks of congratulation, and a keening wail left those perfect lips of hers.
It seemed to last forever, and I drunk up every moment of her ecstasy, feeling it wash over my pride and ego, until finally she sank back with a groan, looking absolutely boneless.
I let go of her legs, gently returning them to the ground where I gently rubbed them to get some circulation back. I could feel her wetness on my face, but I didn’t want to wipe it from my stubble just yet. I wanted to linger in her scent, so it could be proof that this had actually happened. That I had pleasured her yet again and left such a powerful woman so thoroughly sated.
But eventually it grew too tacky and started to sting a bit, so I stood and crossed to the sink in my tiny kitchenette. Grabbing a paper towel, I washed my face. Once I was sure that I was decent, I returned to Amber, who was still sprawled half naked where I had left her.