THE COUNTERTOP WAS cold, but Charissa didn't care. Her moans enticed me to sit on the barstool and kiss the inside of her thighs. I know the anticipation was killing her, but I wanted her to burn for me. She was half-dressed while I was still fully clothed. My pants almost burst from my own manhood, and I was aching to be inside her so bad.
I trailed kisses from her knees up to her thigh until I reached the middle. Her p***y was shaved and wet—not to mention the little bud in the center was swollen and throbbing. My thumb gently caressed it, and she let out a whimper.
"Ahh! Jacob, please—"
I knew what she wanted, so my mouth delved in and tasted her folds. It was pink, soft, and moist. The first time I flicked my tongue, I heard her take a sharp intake of breath. My thumb rubbed her cl*
