Breakfast on Tuesday

11. Promiscuous girl

My nipples hardened beneath my sweater and I just wanted to rip it off. I continued to lick down Dante's shaft until I met his heavy balls. I dragged first the left one into my mouth and then the right one. They were softer and squishier than I expected.

He moaned and it sounded like the rumblings of a volcano that was on the verge of erupting. I waited for lava to come out of his ears but that didn't happen. Instead, he threw his head back, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed forcefully.

I had no idea what I was doing down here but he seemed to love it. I guess giving heads was like licking a lollipop after all.

He raised his black turtle neck sweater over his head and flung it on the floor by the door. My mouth stopped moving when a ladder of abs and a tattoo of a wolf on his pelvis greeted me, causing me to cream my panties.

He stared down at me, his eyes narrowing infinitesimally. Suddenly, his hand was around my neck, drawing me to my feet, propelling me backward until I landed on the bed.

"Take that off," he said pointing at my yellow sweater. I sat up and removed my sweater and it was like I had never taken a piece of clothing off of my body before. At first, I couldn't get my arms through the sleeves, and then the neck of the sweater got stuck around my puff. I heard a soft chuckle and then Dante yanked the sweater off completely.

"At this rate," he said, "you're going to need my help to take off your bra as well. I prefer to watch but I don't mind helping you this one time."

He reached behind my back and using both hands, unclasped my bra. Hooking his index fingers under the straps, he eased them off my shoulder and down my arms.

My breasts were full and they settled nicely on my chest as my nipples hardened even more beneath his hungry gaze. His eyes traveled down to my belly and he reached for the button on my jean pants. After lowering the zipper, he pulled them down, clean off my legs.

I could barely breathe at this point. I still had on my thong, but no man had ever seen me naked before, and somewhere at the back of my mind I wondered if he liked what he saw.

He didn't say anything to reassure me. He didn't need to. His eyes told me everything I needed to know. That's why when he took the bands of my thong in his hands and got rid of them too, I didn't protest or shy away.

"You surprise me, Carla. A thong?"

"What? Were you expecting grandma panties?"

"Maybe."

His skilled fingers settled at the apex of my thighs, sliding between my soaking wet folds to the entrance of my pussy.

Automatically, I caught his forearm, my nails digging into his flesh when the tips of his fingers found that throbbing nub at the center of my womanhood. My lips parted and a cogent moan resonated in my ears, one I hardly recognized as my voice. His fingers kept up their deliberate perusal, pressing and rubbing with intense fixation.

"Damn it. Your pussy is so greedy, baby, it's begging me to fuck it, and fuck it I will. Do you feel that? That's all you."

I closed my eyes and the delicious feeling growing between my legs intensified. Grabbing my thighs, he pulled me assertively closer to the edge of the bed. He kneeled between them and when his mouth fastened over my clit, I nearly passed out with unfathomable pleasure.

His tongue dragged expertly over my pussy, pressing and circling with gentle strokes at first until he got hungry; using his fingers to part my lips, he attacked my core with a vengeance.

Oh damn, oh damn. I couldn't believe that my coochie was getting eaten like groceries by the most gorgeous man on earth!

I cried out, lifting my chest off the bed to grab onto his silky hair. He flung my hand aside and continued to ravage me, his tongue flicking and circling my clit before traveling downward to lap up my juices.