He spins us so I’m back on the bed, grabs the elastic of my new thong, and rips it into two pieces.
“I’ll buy you a new pair,” he says as he starts another trail of kisses down my body, stopping at each breast and then over my stomach, hip bones, and mound. He lifts my knees and spreads me wide, eliciting another growl.
“Jesus, you are so wet, baby, and all for me.”
With that, he bows his head between my legs and I cry out, my whole body set alight. His deft fingers find their way to my entrance as he plants open-mouthed kisses and teeth grazes to my thighs and center. His hand on my abdomen holds me still, his thumb rubbing at my c**t, sending me higher and higher, and then his fingers begin to move in and out of me.
“So tight. Taste so good,” he says against my core.
I writhe and ar
