I watched her face carefully, searching for any signs of discomfort, but all I got was the glaze look in her eyes that told me she was far from that.
I crawled between her legs, hooking them over my shoulders. My arms wrapped around her hips, holding her still, and I looked up, meeting her eyes.
Her breathing was coming out in harsh pants, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes animated.
I winked at her and buried my face between her legs.
Her hips shot up, but I pushed her down just as my tongue found her clit.
Her fingers moved through the strands of my hair, pulling on it aggressively.
Like a little kitten trying to play tiger.
I smiled and planted an open-mouth kiss on her center. “You were such a good girl for your spanking. I think that deserves a reward, don’t you agree, baby girl?”
I drove two fingers inside of her, loving how she stretched around me, how she clenched her inner walls around me and made small, soft mewling noises that I felt all the way down to my dick.
Before she could answer me, I pulled out of her and took her pussy lips in my mouth.
She thrashed about on the bed, her legs clamping around my neck, trapping me to her.
She tasted like heaven.
I was absolutely addicted to the taste of her, and I vowed I would taste her every day for the rest of my fucking life if possible.
She cried out when I inserted my tongue inside her.
“That’s it, princess. Scream as loud as you need. I want the whole house to hear what I do to you.”
She yanked on my hair as she continued to scream her pleasure. She was close.
I knew she was. I could feel the tremors rocking through her body, could feel it every time she pulled on my hair, and could feel it in the way her body twisted and turned.
I used the flat of my tongue and licked up her slit.
A metallic taste hit me, and I pulled back, frowning a bit.
Her chest pushed in and out with every hard breath she took, and she braced her weight on her elbow.
“Why did you stop?” she asked.
“Princess, you’re bleeding.”
I knew why that was the moment the words left my mouth.
Fuck. She was on her period.
Mortification entered her eyes, and her cheeks and chest took on a shade of red that fascinated me.
She tried to move away from me, but I pressed down on her hips, holding her still.
“Oh, no. I’m sorry.”
I frowned. “Why are you sorry?”
I licked my lips and could taste her blood there.
“I’m on my period. I’m never regular, so I don’t usually know when it hits, but I was craving sweets today—”