Vanessa
His hand rested on my lower belly, pressing me back gently as I opened for him. He groaned, pushing my thighs even further apart with his knees. He came up, kissing me softly as his mouth trailed down my neck.
"We really shouldn't..." I breathed, more to myself than him.
“You say that every time,” he said with his fingers hooking my panties and pulling them aside. “But your p***y’s soaking wet. You want my mouth, don’t you?”
I didn't reply, lifting my hips involuntarily as his kisses went even lower between my thighs. His breath hot on my entrance made me shiver.
“Spread wider,” he commanded, and I did, too weak and s*x-saturated to fight. His tongue flicked my clit, slowly at first, then sucking hungrily, like he was starving.
“Oh, f**k,” I moaned, my hand flying to my mouth
