Sweet Lord, Jansen could sweet talk a nun out of giving up her chastity. I close my eyes tightly, so tight that it’s almost painful. I don’t want to see the disappointment on his face when he takes in the stretchmarks around my stomach and arms. I admit it’s shameful. I should have a stronger backbone, but I can’t stand to see disappointment in Jansen’s eyes.
I just can’t.
I wait and nothing happens. I haven’t heard his footsteps, or I’d be even more panicked thinking he had left the room. My heart is thumping in my chest so hard it’s echoing in my ears.
It feels like I’ve been like this, eyes squeezed shut, for at least an hour, even if it has been a minute or two.
Then, I squeak a soft gasp out when I feel Jansen’s lips against the wet lips of my pussy. My eyes spring open immediately.
“Jansen…”
“You’re fucking beautiful, Lovey. Never seen anything prettier.”
“You don’t have to say that—”
“And I’ve never tasted anything better in my life,” he growls as his hand cups my pussy.
“How you could even think I’d find you anything but beautiful, Ida Sue, I don’t understand. I’ve seen you before in the treehouse, remember? Did I act like I didn’t love everything about you then?”
“Well, I mostly kept my clothes on and we worked around them.”
“I remember you feeding me your breast, my fingers buried in your sweet pussy and—”
“I just…”
“Just what, Lovey?” he asks.
My eyes go wide when he sits on the bench he made for the table. I try to close my legs, but he doesn’t let me. Instead, he puts one leg on each of his shoulders, leaving me completely open and angled for his mouth.
“I wanted to be perfect for you…” I realize I sound silly and I sigh, feeling a little foolish.
“Lean on your elbows so you’re looking at me, Ida Sue,” he orders.
I do as he asks. He’s seeing parts of me that kind of make it impossible to worry anymore. He either likes it or he doesn’t at this point. His fingers graze over the lips of my pussy, barely touching it, teasing me more than anything and it’s enough to cause my body to shiver in reaction.
I grow wetter just from the way he’s looking at me, barely touching me. Maybe it should embarrass me, being open to him like this, growing so wet that my juices slide against his fingers, but suddenly all of my worries fade and all I want is for him to take me, to make this delicious ache he created… stop.
He bends down, flattening his tongue against my pussy and licking, gathering up my desire and taking it into his mouth. My eyes flutter closed. It’s still barely a touch, but it, along with the wet heat of his tongue, is enough to make my body shudder with need. Then, I feel his tongue slide between my lips and I moan because it feels so good. He pulls apart my lips so that I’m open to him and when I look at him again, Jansen is staring down at my exposed pussy.
“I love your body Ida Sue. I love everything about it.”
“Jansen, please…”
“I especially love that you’re giving it to me. You are, right Darlin’?”
“I am?”
I gasp as he stops talking and his tongue slides against my throbbing clit. It curls around it somehow and then he’s sucking on it, pulling it between his lips, as his fingers thrust into me. He releases me with a popping noise, his fingers deep inside of me. I feel his thumb pressing against my swollen clit thrusting back and forth as he finger fucks me.
“Say it, Ida Sue. Tell me that you’re giving me your body. That it’s mine to keep,” he says, his voice harsh, full of hunger and so raspy that it makes me want to purr.
He begins placing small kisses around my clit, always so close—but, never touching it. His fingers still slide in and out of me, fucking me slow and steady. I squirm needing his attention back at my clit and needing it in a way that I’ve never needed anything in my entire life before.
“Tell me, Lovey. I need to hear it,” he says, this time kissing downward to my inner thighs, his teeth nipping and dragging across my skin.
I’m squirming in his hands, having a hard time concentrating and needing him to stop playing with me. I try to focus, knowing it’s important to give him what he wants, but I just need him to come back to my clit.
“Tell me, Lovey,” he says again, kissing his way back up. His fingers stop moving inside of me. They’re buried deep and I squeeze my muscles to try and ride them, but I can’t get what I need.
“Jan, honey, I need you to give me more,” I beg and I don’t care that I do sound like I’m whining.
He’s killing me.
“I need the words, Lovey,” he says softly as he blows air against my clit.
Sweet Jesus…
“I…”
His fingers stretch inside of me as he kisses the top of my clit, then he sucks it into his mouth, his teeth biting down as his tongue tortures it.
And then he stops.
“Ida Sue…” he says, his voice warning.
I’m going mindless. I’ve never been so worked up and if he doesn’t stop torturing me and just give me what I want…. I may have to kill him.
“Jan…” I whimper.
“Give me the words, and I’ll make this pretty little pussy come all over my face,” he promises.
I’m breathing hard, and slowly going out of my mind, when he curls his fingers inside of me, and moves the pads of them back and forth on the upper wall of my vagina. Perspiration breaks out over my body, I tremble, feeling a climax that is simmering just out of reach. My entire life I’ve heard of the G-spot and where it’s located, but I’ve never had a man find it. Jansen not only can find it, he seems to know where it is without searching.
Words… he needs words… I need to remember what he wants me to say.
At this point I’d say anything if he just never stops.
If he just makes me come.
“I’m giving you my body, Jansen,” I cry, proud of myself for remembering, when I feel a finger press against the tight ring of muscle at my ass.
“That’s my woman,” he praises, sucking my clit back in his mouth while his fingers begin moving inside of me again and his thumb pushes against my ass.
“Come for me, Darlin’. Come for me,” he murmurs, as my clit slides from his mouth and his tongue begins lapping against it.
“Jansen,” I cry, the orgasm so huge that I’m afraid to let it go now. It feels like it might destroy me.
“Come for me, Lovey,” he croons. “Give me all that sweet juice you have inside, Honey Girl.”
There’s a part of me trying to hold it back. A little out of fear and also because I want to make it last, but with Jansen’s fingers barreling in and out of me, I can’t stop myself. The orgasm speeds through me, my legs tighten against him and I come, giving him everything I have.