Page 82 of Nuts

“Oh God,” she muttered.

Her pleasure was my only concern. I buried my face between her legs, licked her precious pussy from bottom to top, and then flicked the tip of my tongue against her swollen clit.

She pulled the pillow from beneath her head and covered her face.

I looked up. “You like that, do you?”

An almost inaudible uh huh came from beneath the pillow.

“That’s good,” I said. “So do I.”

I continued licking her in the same fashion, from the bottom to the top, circling her clit for some time before beginning the process again. Her hips writhed in response, rising against my face until the pleasure was more than she could bear.

Ten minutes later, she tossed the pillow across the room.

With my tongue resting against her clit, I raised my head. “Is there a problem?”

She lifted her shoulders from the bed and looked at me. Her eyes were wide and her breathing was irregular. “I think I’m going to die.”

“I want you to come first. Then you can die.”

“I think I did,” she muttered. “Maybe like a hundred times.”

“If I didn’t make you scream, it doesn’t count. You’ve got to scream when you come.”

“You want me to scream?”

“If it feels good, yeah.”

“It feels really good.”

I slid my hands underneath her ass cheeks, lifted her toward my mouth, and grinned.

The thought of her reaching orgasm from my tongue lifted me to a heightened state of arousal. I pressed my mouth hard against her mound, then buried my tongue deep inside her wetness. Her scent filled my nostrils, fueling me to bring her as much pleasure as I was able.

I slid a finger inside her, and then worked it in and out of her folds as I sucked her clit with precision. Her moans of pleasure soon filled the room.

I added another finger, sending her into a frenzy. Her hips bucked wildly, forcing her pussy against my face with each thrust.

My tongue danced around her swollen nub while I fingered her tight slit. She buried her fingers in my hair, and then gripped my head firmly. Her moaning became more pronounced. Then, her legs began to shake.

“Holy cow,” she gasped. “It’s…”

In and out my fingers slid. I rolled her clit between my tongue and upper lip, hoping to bring her into a climactic state she’d never known.

I wanted her to want me as strongly as I wanted her, and I was sure if I could give her a heightened state of pleasure, my chances of reaching that goal were realistic.

“Percy…”

“Percy…”

“Holy…”

Her hips pressed against my face, held their position for an instant, and then dropped onto the mattress.

She released my head, released a shuddering breath, and then her every muscle relaxed. I lifted my head and looked at her.

“You weren’t very vocal,” I said. “Was it that bad?”