Captivated (Stranded) by Mia West Page B

in.”
    “Oh.”
    “This might take a while.”
    “Fuck,” she whispered, and her head fell back to the grass.
    Spreading her thighs, he pushed his tongue under one of the leg bands, near the top. Slowly (maddeningly, he hoped), he swiped a wet trail under the band, down, down, until his mouth was even with her pussy. He pulled up to look at it, tugged the fabric tight so that it molded to the contours of her sweet lips. He leaned down to breathe her in, but the bathwater had washed away her scent.
    Mission: get it back.
    He repeated the lick on the other leg band. When he reached her lips this time, he pushed his tongue a little farther under the fabric and waggled the tip.
    She gasped.
    He sat up. “And roll over,” he said, casual as a masseuse.
    “Tease,” she grumbled but turned herself over. Her ass cheeks squeezed together a few times as she settled herself, and then she was still.
    Waiting for him.
    He laid kisses along her waistband, lifting the hem of her shirt to trail a few up her back. Hooking a finger into the elastic, he drew it down to the top of her crack and touched his tongue to the dip there.
    She squeaked, her hands clutching at the grass.
    Easing her waistband back into place, he shifted to the elastic at one leg. Her activity in the pool and subsequent ride on his shoulder had caused her panties to ride up, showing him two tantalizingly plump crescents of ass. Ignoring the panties for the moment, he set his tongue to the crease where her leg became her butt and licked toward her center.
    Moaning loudly, she pushed her ass up into his mouth. He pressed her back down and snapped her elastic. He followed the same path on the other side, with the same results. Pushing her legs together, he crouched over them and held down her hips with his hands. She squirmed, causing the panties to ride even higher. Hooking his thumbs into the leg bands, he pulled them up, wedging the fabric high in her crack. Then he lowered his head and used his nose to prod the tender skin where her upper thighs met. She kicked her feet and panted. He opened his mouth wide, and bit lightly on one round cheek, drawing a sigh from her. Then he set his stubbly chin almost as low as her pussy and scraped it up her crack.
    She shouted and bucked.
    He rolled off. “Turn over please.”
    She whirled on him. “Are you going to take these panties off or not?”
    “Yes.”
    Her eyes narrowed. “Soon?”
    “What’s wrong, Iowa? Are you not enjoying your stay in Barcelona?”
    She fell back on the grass and muttered something he was probably glad he didn’t hear.
    But far be it from him to be a bad host, and so he slipped the offending panties down over her hips, her knees, her feet, and tossed them aside. She had a sweet little patch of dark hair on her mound. Everything else was shaved. He ran a knuckle lightly up one side of her pussy, then the other, and all the tension went out of her legs.
    That lasted about five seconds, because he only lasted about five seconds before he had to bury his face in her. Slipping his hands under her hips, he lifted her to his mouth and set to eating her out with the single goal of discovering her flavor. The way she wriggled and moaned and yelped were definitely side benefits, and when she reached down and pulled his hair, he ground his dick into the cool grass, seeking relief. But then he was back on task, pulling her flower-petal inner lips into his mouth to suck on. He gave her long, hard drags with his tongue and a few flicks now and then on the delicate skin between her pussy and her asshole. When she was getting hard to hold onto, he worked his way back up, up, up to her clit, so sneaky in its little hood. He pulled the skin back with a thumb and sucked her nub between his lips.
    She came almost immediately, arching up into him, letting loose a high-pitched sound he decided on the spot he was going to hear again. For now, he let up on the pressure and moved his tongue to her pussy, pushing it