Fuck. I shelved the anger and confusion as best I could, giving her my love and respect instead. This moment was about showing her how I could be her future, like she said. Not to dwell on the past.
My kisses trailed over the first missing tattoo, and then the second, and then I was trailing my lips back up her stomach, and nuzzling between her breasts, my palms cupping them from the sides.
“I’m touching your boobs, Glory…me…”
She giggled breathlessly, sliding her fingers into my hair.
“I thought we agreed not to make it weird… fill your mouth with something, Henley.” I thought she’d never ask. I kissed my way to the left nipple, sliding my tongue around it and sucking it against the roof of my mouth, starting soft and sweet, and testing where her pleasure lay, by sucking harder until she arched and gasped. A little pain, but not a lot, I could give her that.
I sucked it again, kissing my way to the other nipple, stopping to suck on her skin in between, leaving a little mark for her since she’d removed the others.
I licked her right nipple, grinning at her as she watched me.
“Your bestie is all over your boobies, Glory.”
She groaned, dropping her head back on the bed. “Stop making it weird, dammit! There’s a nipple waiting to be sucked!”
I licked it again, blowing on the moistened skin as she shivered.
“Oh god, please.”
I sucked on her nipple, tugging lightly as she practically rippled beneath me with pleasure.
Her fingers curled into my hair again and she tugged on it, a deliciously sweet sting of pain to add to all the pleasure and need I was already trying to hold back.
“Can I tongue that sweet pussy, Glory? I’ve been dreaming of it for so many years.”
She sighed, a raspy sound, one filled with need and desperation, something that sent shivers down my spine, because I’d never heard such a sound from her before.
Her fists both gripped my hair, halting me as I tried to move.
“No?”
“Yes. Definitely yes, Henley. Can you stop edging me and just get on with it please? I haven’t had pleasure in so long.”
Join the club, sweetheart. Even the thought of other women had been a hell no for me, so yeah, I guess celibacy had become my thing. No more though. Tonight I’d finally be where I belonged, and only death would pry us apart. I slowed in the middle of tugging the rest of her clothes off. Where the fuck did that thought come from? Was I losing my mind?
“Henley, please!”
I dragged her clothes off, and pressed her thighs apart, staring at the last part of her that was no longer a mystery to me. I knew how beautiful it was now, and I was about to learn its taste, and how every millimetre of her felt.
That first inhale of her scent had a low growl rumbling from my throat, like I’d turned into some kind of animal, and it was like I lost all sense of manners or acceptable behaviour, burying my face in her pussy and licking her like a savage. Her taste. Holy fuck, her taste. I wanted to die with this taste in my mouth, not that I wanted to die right now, I had a lifetime of pussy eating to do first.
“Oh god, Oh GOD!”
Glory’s hips kept rising as she fought against my grip, and tried to guide my mouth where she wanted it, but there was one problem with that. I didn’t want it just anywhere. I wanted it everywhere. I wanted to devour her whole. I wanted to lick her into oblivion. I wanted her screaming, while she rode my face, and tore the hair from my scalp.
Once again I was freaking myself out with the weird shit I was thinking, but see, that’s why we don’t say all the things we think. So we don’t end up locked away from the people we want to eat.
“I’m… Oh god, I’m cominggggggggg!” The last word was a literal scream, and I felt hairs being torn from my scalp, but I didn’t give a fuck. Her pleasure was enough reason to lose the lot, because she needed this, and so did I. Jesus fuck, so did I.
Glory
I’d always known hehad an active mouth, but that? I was still soaring high in the sky, my body tingling as oxygen started to reach the parts that’d been deprived by my gasping and that scream. That… I screamed. I orgasmed so hard that I screamed. I thought that stuff only happened in… well, nowhere.
“Aw you look so sweet and orgasm comatose,” Henley said, licking his way up my stomach, sucking my skin here and there, and probably leaving mark after mark, but every little sting felt like pleasure, while my nerve endings were still singing softly.
“That sweet pussy needs my cock now, Glory,” he murmured, kissing my throat as I stared blearily at the ceiling, my brain still half disconnected.