Undying Love by Nelle L'Amour Page B

side of her for support, I slathered my tongue up her torso. First stop—her navel. I dipped the tip into the pit and then circled around it. Pure sweetness! My tongue’s journey continued across her ribcage until it landed in the thick warm fold between her breasts. I swept the locket aside with my hand and laved her warm cleavage. I felt like an explorer staking out a new territory. Everything about Allee was a discovery. The taste of her. The feel of her. The smell of her. The way she moved. My imagination had not prepared me for the riches I had found—or for those I would soon discover.
    Lifting my head, I studied her breasts. Unlike Charlotte’s, they were so full and sensual, tipped with glorious rosebud nipples. They were just as I had pictured them. Pink, pert, and perfectly puckered. I moved my hands to the mounds, and groped them between my fingers. They were dense yet so velvety soft. I squeezed and massaged them, circling my thumbs around her tender buds. “Beautiful,” I said breathily. A moan escaped her mouth.
    I wanted those beautiful rosebuds in my mouth. I wanted to taste them, suck them, roll my tongue around them… even bite them. I sealed my greedy mouth over one and nibbled it. It was indeed a rare delicacy. She moaned again. I worked the other one before running my tongue in a straight line to her neck. She tasted so, so sweet, and the scent of her was delicious. As I rolled my tongue up and down her neck like a paintbrush, her back arched and she let out a rapturous “aah.” It was obviously very sensitive and linked to her erogenous zone.
    “What do you want, Madewell?” she managed between moans.
    I only wanted one thing. “I want to be inside you.”
    “Come,” she rasped.
    “Are you on birth control?”
    She smiled wistfully. “Don’t worry. You can’t get me pregnant.”
    I took that to mean she was, and though I knew better, I was glad not to have to resort to a condom. To be honest, I wasn’t even sure if I had any handy since I’d stopped using them with Charlotte a long time ago.
    With my powerful knees, I parted her legs, repositioning us for the inevitable. I wanted our first time together to be as good for her as it would be for me. I stroked her folds, astonished how warm and wet they already were. I found her clit and played with it, rubbing and squeezing it. It grew hard beneath my fingers.
    She shrieked. “Oh, Madewell, you’re driving me insane.”
    I was turning myself on as I turned her on. Her pussy was so exquisite! And my erection was at its peak.
    “You’re so beautiful,” I breathed into her ear, my fingers never leaving her clit.
    “Now! Fuck me now!” she cried out.
    She groped my heavy arousal and inserted the crown into her core. Inch by thick inch, I poured my cock into her until I could go no further. She was so tight. So hot. So wet. I groaned while she let out a dreamy sigh.
    Slowly, I withdrew my thick length, and just as slowly, I slid it back down her hot, moist passage. As hungry as my cock was, I wanted to savor the sensation of being inside her. God, she felt good! After a few more delicious, soft strokes, I picked up my pace, pummeling into her deep and rhythmically. Just like in my dream, she met my every thrust, intensifying the outrageous pleasure she was giving me. She groaned each time I hit her magic spot, the erotic sound of her voice only adding to my ecstasy.
    Oh, man! I was losing myself in her. Endless tingles shot down my legs, from the inside of my thighs all the way to my toes. I was on fire. She was taking me to the edge. To the point of no return.
    I knew she must be close too. She was panting, her soft skin beneath me slick with sweat like mine. She dug her nails into my back, the pain bringing me closer to the brink. I pounded harder and faster; she began to scream.
    “Oh, baby!” I found myself saying. I couldn’t get enough of her. With one last hard thrust, and a grunt from deep within me, my cock exploded inside