Thirty Eight

Frederick leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss against her lips. "Then we'd better get on with it, wouldn't we?" he said huskily.

He bent low and put his face right below her pussy. His hands were trembling with excitement. He could smell her arousal, which was definitely growing by the minute. He wanted to taste her, to taste her everywhere, to feel her skin beneath his mouth.

He lowered his head, inhaling deeply as his tongue circled her clit lightly. She let out a sigh and he could hear her heartbeat speed up even faster.

He used his teeth, grazing the sensitive skin just right above her clit. He licked, bit, and suckled as he sucked harder, harder. Her hands grasped at the sheets and she was crying out loud.

She tried to push him away. "No...no stop!"

But he ignored her pleas and continued sucking her clit mercilessly. This felt like heaven. This felt like everything he had been longing to taste. It felt so damn right. Everything else was irrelevant. Nothing mattered except her