Chapter 72

I wanted him like never before and my hands moved to his back, wanting to leave him naked as I was. Picasso walked away, and I thought he was going to take off his clothes, but he just denied it with his head. I made a face, and he bent down.

Not to kiss my thighs again, nor to torment my breasts, but to the center of my legs. For that flow of moisture that slid into him and wanted to be touched by his hands, because he still hadn't felt how good he could be with his mouth. At that moment, I finally felt it.

My feet were buried in the mattress, and my body arched, when Picasso's mouth closed around my clitoris and sucked. He slid his tongue through the same place, sucking and kissing again. My sounds were already disconnected at that time.

And my hands closed in his hands on each side of my hips, because he no longer needed them to open me. With his own tongue, he separated his vaginal lips, burying his face in my entire pussy, and found both my entrance