Slowly, her legs open.
“Wider.”
She digs her nails into the top of the duvet and parts her legs more.
“Wider!” I growl.
She makes a low sound in her throat as she spreads wide, giving me a view of her wet slit and the pink skin that’s practically begging for my mouth, my fingers, my cock.
“You’re turned on, Goldie. So turned on that your pussy is almost dripping.”
She whimpers.
“The things I’d do to you, to your priceless cunt. I’d eat it until you came on my face again and again and again. Then I’d fuck you raw, so hard that you’d feel me for days. That’s what your body deserves, Goldie. All that and more.”
“Stop.” She moves her hips, as if she’s fucking the air. “Stop talking like that.”
I’m right there at the edge, my control snapping as I put one knee on the bed, then another. It would be so easy just to lean down and taste her. I get closer and inhale, breathing in her honey scent as she moans.
I’m so close, my mouth watering as I stare at the swollen nub between her folds. How many licks would it take to make her explode? I don’t know, but I want to find out.
“Tell me you want this, Goldie.” I inhale her again.
“I … I–”
A sharp knock comes at the door.
“Dinner,” Mrs. Lou trills.