One hand moves up into my hair, holding my head still. “Not this time.”
Roughly, his other hand tugs the straps of my dress down my shoulders and I help to free my arms.
Axel takes a small step back before sinking to his knees in front of me.
His chest is rising and falling just as fast as mine is.
Slowly, he reaches out and hooks one finger into the neckline of my dress, pulling down until both my breasts pop free of the material.
“A fucking vision,” Axel growls, then he grips my knees, and gives me a hard tug until my ass is half hanging off the edge of the couch and I fall back against the cushions.
Axel licks his lips, his eyes locked on my lap. “Show me.”
His hands are still gripping my knees, so with fingers trembling from need, I reach down and start to pull up the skirt of my dress.
He’s seen me before. Seen all of this before. But this is still new.
It’s been… years. Years and years since I’ve been with anybody. And even longer since anyone has attempted to kiss me there.
But I trust Axel. I trust him with my body. And with so much more.
So with a braveness I rarely feel, I pull my dress up the rest of the way, exposing myself to him.
Axel’s eyes are glued to the spot between my thighs. Staring. And with zero warning, he bends down and seals his lips over my aching core.
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Maddie’s hipsbuck but my hands quickly slide up her thighs until I’m holding her in place, pressing her down against the couch.
With her thighs wrapped around my head, I grin against her sweet dripping pussy and shove my tongue into her, as deep as it’ll go.
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“Ohmygod. Oh shit.”My hips try to lift. “Axel!”
He doesn’t stop. Or slow. He just presses his tongue into me, working a wicked dance between plunging inside my pussy and lapping at my clit.
When his lips suction around that little bud, his tongue rubbing almost violently over me, I start to lose it.
“Fuck! Axel!” I’m panting and crying and I don’t know if I want more or less.
A long lick runs from below my entrance to my clit. “Louder.”
“L-louder?” I question.
Then two thick fingers shove into me, as his lips and tongue resume their attention on my clit.
“Axel… Axel…” my fingers are gripping at his hair now.
When the pair of fingers inside of me curl, I do what he asks and get louder. “Axel!”
His fingers keep working, his tongue keeps lapping, and then I feel movement lower. Another fingertip.
“Tell me,” he says between licks. “Tell me when you come.”