π| THIRTY NINE
***This blonde woman is bound to make me forget who I am before I come***
~Rachel~
Those words were all it took to bring you to the edge.
"I will make you come."
They ricocheted in your head, in her voice, continually.
The words left you as a wet, wanting mess.
They were the catalyst that made your core glisten with more juices of invitation.
"I see you like that little kitten," she said, leaning down to speak close to your ears.
"Like what?" You asked her in a very small voice that you would have argued wasn't yours if someone had pointed it out.
"Dirty talk baby, dirty talk," she whispered before her mouth went for the kill, straight to your neck.
She bit your hard, not so hard that the pain would frighten you but hard enough to elicit a moan from you as you arched up to meet her mouth instantly.
She ran her tongue gently, expertly around the hickey, bringing sensations that could finish you soon enough.
"Oh Carmen!" You moaned softly, your back arching off the bed.
Your eyes fell shut as her mouth and tongue ministered to your skin.
When her teeth sank softly into your flesh, you gasped.
Sensations—hot and good—ran down the length of your spine.
"You smell amazing," she whispered when she retracted her teeth.
You shut your eyes tightly.
"And you taste better."
Her tongue ran down from your neck and down your clavicle.
The round mounds on your chest was her next destination.
You didn't need a seer to predict what would follow next.
"Pretty," she said as her head dipped down to plant a soft kiss at the top of your cleavage.
Before you could speak, her tongue was wrapping around your nipples.
Delight rippled through you.
"Ahhhh, Carmen," you moaned.
Her tongue rolled your nipples in her mouth, between her lips.
What you felt was too much.
Your body burned with the need that she ignited inside of you.
She sucked on your areola like a child who had been deprived of doing so for so long.
Like she was starving.
Your body trembled underneath her tongues which she moved in a wet trail to the other breasts.
The ministration was the same.
Your moans grew throaty with each wet roll in her mouth.
You sounded desperate.
No.
You were desperate, for her, for your anticipated release.
Her head dipped lower, down your stomach and to your thighs.
One of her hands pressed you down properly onto the mattress so she could spread your legs.
Her fingers trailed down your laps, alongside soft kisses which she planted on your inner thighs.
They arrived at the place you hand been waiting for, moving upwards and downwards in the sea of pussy wetness just waiting there.
"So wet, for me," Carmen said.
Before you could say nary a thing, her head dipped down.
She attacked without a word, her tongue dragging over your clitoris, down to your wey vulva.
A loud sound tore out of your throat as your back arched upwards.
Her hand on your chest pressed you back down as she ate your pussy.
You could not even control the desperate sounds that were leaving your lips, slutty and arousing.
She ate every inch of your pussy as if it was her favourite gatêau.
Your hands fisted the sheets below you as your back kept raising in order to meet her mouth.
"Carmen," you moaned as she began to lap at your clit.
Something built inside of you.
Her tongue drove faster with the deeper your moans became.
Whatever was building inside of you kept raising rapidly—fighting and pushing for the surface.
Your body began to tremble.
"I'm close," you purred.
She murmured words against your clitoris, the vibration turning you more than you already were.
Her teeth softly sank into the nub at the top of your Vajayjay.
And that was your undoing.
OmaPhinaPhire🔥