Girl Fever by Sacchi Green Page B

poked out so enticingly that the certainty of having to wait another day to touch it, tease it and lick it consumed me with a yearning that needed immediate fulfillment.
    Olivia’s eyes followed my fingers as they tugged the chiffon aside. “What are you doing there, hm?”
    â€œI’m giving you a little taste,” I said, slipping the dress gently off her shoulder and running my fingers over the white bra underneath.
    â€œA taste?” she said, then held her breath.
    â€œOf our honeymoon.”
    I bent down and kissed her neck, her shoulder and the lace that shone against her dark skin. I took it between my teeth and nipped at it. When I got her erect nipple into my mouth and rolled it between my lips, she threw her head back.
    â€œAlva, baby… You’re scandalous,” she said, a wicked grin on her face.
    I placed little kisses along her necklace and licked at her naked skin until finally finding her lips again. “ You brought up the honeymoon,” I mumbled.
    I nudged her mouth with my tongue, and she obediently
parted her lips. I showered devoted caresses on her tongue and her lips.
    â€œI can’t even remember the last time you did that to my pussy,” she sighed between two kisses, then grasped the nape of my neck and gave me an ardent look, followed by a quick kiss. “Don’t leave me hanging like this.” She kissed me again eagerly, encouragingly.
    â€œYou want me to…?” I looked at her with disbelief.
    â€œYes.” She nuzzled at my lips. “Go down on me, babe.”
    Her sassy voice made my body tingle. “Say that again,” I whispered.
    Her eyes glimmered. “You like to hear me talk like that, don’t you?”
    â€œAnd it’s even hotter when you’re wearing that dress.”
    She drew me closer to her. “Eat me out, babe.”
    I knelt down and parted the layers of chiffon. She gathered them in her fist and watched my fingers follow the lace-top stockings up her thighs and gently nudge her legs apart. I traced the small birthmark on the inside of her thigh and pressed my nose against her skin. Running its tip up her thighs, my eyes closed, I inhaled her scent, that peculiar, bedazzling blend of rose oil, the starch of her crisp petticoat and the spicy musk of her arousal.
    I tugged at her thong, a delicate garment she had bought specially for the occasion. Her breathing quickened as my fingers traced the roses woven into its thin mesh. I could feel her wiry curls beneath the thin material.

    â€œDo it,” she panted and propped herself up so I could strip it past her thighs. “Please.”
    I kissed her pussy and spread its folds with my tongue. Olivia leaned back and moaned my name.
    Her cries spurred me on. I pulled my tongue away and licked every inch of her skin aside from her clit. Despite her pleading, I ignored that small pearl and instead laid my finger on top of her slit and ran it down very gently, evoking little gasps from her cherry-red mouth.
    Her clit was exposed to me now, and I could sense her need just by the way her thighs trembled at my touch. Savoring the moment, I teased her with the tip of my tongue, sliding it over her most sensitive spots.
    Olivia shivered. “Yes, oh…yes, taste me…” She stroked my cheek with the back of her hand. “Too bad I’m not allowed to mess up your hair,” she complained in joking desperation.
    I pushed my tongue farther between her folds, puckered my lips and sucked on her clit. My thumb rubbed her opening, and Olivia pulled away as the sensations overwhelmed her. I grabbed her legs and steadied her, knowing she wouldn’t last much longer.
    Her fingers clenched around the edge of the table, and she rocked her body back and forth. Her moans grew increasingly high-pitched, a sound I had missed for far too long. With a long groan, she collapsed onto the table panting. “Baby…”
    I gently stroked her naked