She whimpered and nodded.
“Then you know what to do, don’t you? You need to learn to obey Daddy.”
She flung an arm over her eyes. “Please Daddy, will you lick my little p-pussy and make me come all over your t-tongue?”
“It would be my pleasure.”
He laid back between her legs, parting her plump lips. He leaned in, taking a long, leisurely lick of her juices. He cupped her breasts, playing with her nipples as he explored her pussy.
He sighed in satisfaction as the taste of her burst along his tongue. Her small whimpers filled the room, and his cock throbbed with need. Damn, he was going to have to dive naked into the snow at this point to cool himself off.
Circling her clit, he listened to her cries deepen, her breathing grow more erratic. She shifted around on the rug, but otherwise she was quiet.
So this is what he had to do to get her to be quiet? He smiled. Truthfully, the amount she talked didn’t worry him. He’d thought it would have. He was a pretty quiet guy, generally. But it was nice to have someone fill the silence.
He flicked his tongue over her clit and she let out a loud cry, her hips thrusting up. He moved his tongue around, circling her clit then running the flat of it over the top before flicking it firmly.
“Oh God. Oh God, Bear. That feels fucking amazing. Please. Please. I can’t…please, I can’t.”
He knew she was close. Punishing her by withholding orgasm was going to be hard when she reached her peak so quickly. She was so honest. There was no pretense to her.
He moved his finger to circle her entrance then pushed it slightly inside her, thrusting it back and forth gently as he drove his tongue against her clit. Faster. Harder. Until she screamed with her release. He could feel her pulsate around the tip of his finger and couldn’t help but imagine what she would feel like around his cock.
He continued to lick her until her breathing calmed then he knelt and stripped off his shirt, needing to cool off a bit, before he lay beside her on his back.
“Oh my,” she said in a breathless voice.
“Oh my,” he repeated with amusement. Sometimes the things she came out with were hilarious.
“So how does that rate in comparison to what you’ve had before?” he asked her with a small grin on his face.
“Rate?” she asked. “It doesn’t even rate on the same scale. What I gave myself was barely a one, what you just gave me was an eighty-five, at least.”
“Eighty-five?” he mused. “I’m going to have to up my game, then aren’t I?” He lightly pinched her nipple. “I’ve got to at least get two hundred, right?”
She rolled her eyes. “The scale was a one to ten scale, you know.”
“I know. But a man’s gotta have goals.”
“That was…beyond anything I’d ever imagined.”
He rolled onto his side and gave her a long, lingering kiss before pulling back reluctantly.
She ran her hand over his shoulder and down his chest. “My God, you’re beautiful.”
He gave a surprised laugh. “It’s not me who is the beautiful one, sweetheart.”
She smiled. “I guess men don’t like being called beautiful. But you are. You’re hot and rugged and sweet and sexy and kind. Why don’t you have a girlfriend?”
He stiffened slightly at her words. Because he couldn’t trust anyone’s motives. But he trusted her. Jesus, he’d known her just a few days. But they’d been together almost every minute of those days. Hell, they’d probably spent more time together than a couple who had been dating for a month.
She leaned in and latched onto his nipple and he groaned, his attention diverted from his thoughts. Especially as she licked at his nipple, her other hand running down his abs, towards his…
Bear rolled her gently onto her back. She opened her mouth to protest but he followed her down, lying over her, his weight resting on his forearms which lay on either side of her head, his legs between hers, his cock pressing against her pussy. And there was no mistaking that there was something very hard and very large pressed against her.
“So, you carry bananas in your pocket?” she joked, feeling slightly breathless.
“Baby, if you can’t tell the difference between a banana and a cock, we have some problems.”