Chapter 179. Body Worship

My back left the bed when his tongue kissed my entrance. 

I bit back the pitch of my moan, my hands caressing his shoulders up, moving past his neck, the feeling of his well worked muscles firm and warm under my fingers and making my pussy contract. 

I caressed past his cheeks till my fingers were sinking into his soft, full hair. 

And the whole time, his tongue, pressed flat against my core, swept upward, covering every inch of my pulsing pussy till it stopped just before my clit.

I squirmed, moaning as I recognized this game of tease and denial. 

His hands reached up now, cupped my breasts and squeezed. I moaned, my hips lifting on their own as he repeated the sweeping motion between my legs.

“You taste so fucking good, Sonsy.” He groaned. “You have no idea how much I wanted this.”

His words, touch, the deep yearning in his voice made every part of my body extra sensitive. 

“Fuck,” my fingers twirled his hair as he