Page 36 of Cuddling Carly

“Just what do you have in mind?”

“Oh, it would be a lot to explain. Best I show you.”

He was already kissing her neck when he started tugging at her clothes, seemingly eager to free her of them.

“You know,” he said in between kisses, “not only did I think you were a Little the first time I met you, but I also had this crazy thought. A thought I’d never had with another woman before.”

“What was that?” she asked breathlessly as he continued to feast on her neck.

It took him a moment before he could tear his lips free and actually answer, but then, he only did so between kisses.

“I thought…I want…to kiss this woman…from head to toe. I want to know what every…square inch…of her body tastes like.”

Carly was so wrapped up in Wade’s words that she didn’t even realize she was completely naked until she opened her eyes and saw everything she’d been wearing lying in a heap on the floor.

“Now, this is how it’s going to go, little girl. You’re going to lie on that bed, and Daddy is going to have his fill. I’m starting at your head and working my way all the way down. When I say spread your legs, spread ‘em. When I tell you to turn over, do it. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir,” she said weakly, nearly too excited to even speak.

Wade was true to his word.

The kisses started soft and slow as he found his way from her forehead to her lips. He lingered there a bit—and on her neck—but his passion increased when he took her right nipple into his mouth and teased it with his tongue. Using his hand to massage her left mound, he pursed his lips together and started sucking.

Wetness pooled between Carly’s legs and she spread them, hoping Daddy would read the invitation.

He wasn’t done with her nipples yet, though.

It was as if he knew just the right amount of pressure to apply—only increasing after he’d given her a few moments to adjust to the last change. He was leading her body closer to the brink of that inescapable pleasure, and Carly couldn’t wait to get there.

But Wade was taking his time.

His mouth alternated between her breasts, his hand working the other one as he feasted.

“Daddy…” she whispered, unable to say anything beyond that.

Wade took the hint and kissed a trail down her stomach. Carly began tweaking her own nipples as he did so, anticipating what was to come.

Gosh, it seemed as if it was taking his lips forever to reach that destination she craved.

Each passing second just ratcheted up her anticipation. Writhing, she spread her legs even further.

He still drew the moment out. Upon reaching her waist, he even gave it a series of kisses before finally trailing below and applying his lips to her pubic mound.

The pressure alone had her moaning in ecstasy.

But when his kisses actually sank lower onto her glistening pussy lips, it was unlike anything Carly had ever felt.

She cried, “Daddy,” once again and then closed her eyes as she gripped a handful of covers from the bed beneath her. Her heart beat so swiftly that she could feel her pulse drumming all the way in her fingertips.

More wetness gushed, dousing Wade’s face.

When he stopped his tender kisses, she opened her eyes and looked down to see the expression on his face—full of hunger and lust, ravaging her with his eyes.

She needed him to ravage her with something else…

But first, Daddy apparently needed to taste her some more. Only this time, when he returned his attention to her flowing womanhood, he lapped at her with starving swaths that had her shaking as pleasure began to billow over her.

Carly moved her hips, grinding against Daddy’s mouth. He licked her clit before plunging inside and feasting upon her with a frenzied hunger.