I slide my tongue up through her pink folds, zeroing in on her clit before plunging it into her tight channel.
“Jesus, you’re so wet. Is this all for me?” I ask, gently sliding a finger inside her.
“Oh, God!” Maggie chokes, her hips jerking against me.
“Not God, sweetheart. Just a man who wants to worship your body,” I mumble, resuming my task.
I eat her out noisily, rubbing my face all over her pussy and coating myself in her juices. I reach for her hands, moving them to her pussy and urging her to hold her puffy lips open for me.
“Do you want me to eat this sweet pussy until you come all over my face, Maggie?”
Her breath is coming in short pants as she lifts her pussy towards my mouth. “Yes!”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, make me come all over your face,” she gasps.
“Did you like me eating that sexy ass, baby?”
She moans. “I loved it.”
Yeah, she did.
Maggie may be innocent, but a dirty girl is lurking beneath the surface, just dying to come out and play. I can’t fucking wait to show her the wonderfully filthy things we can do to her, have her do to us.
I don’t keep her on the edge any longer. I dive back in, licking, sucking, rubbing—lavishing her velvet folds with every part of my mouth and face. When I bite down gently on her clit, her body locks up, and she explodes around my face. Her harsh cries are music to my ears. Her hips buck, and her thighs tremble and jerk around my head with the force of her orgasm.
Finally, she falls back into the mattress, utterly spent. Now I feel like a fucking god, having pleasured the woman I love. There, I said it, if only in my head. I love Maggie.
I crawl back up her body, kissing her tenderly as her eyes flutter closed. We’ve worn her out today. I wrap the blanket around us, cocooning us in our private world, and close my eyes, a smile on my face.