The Single Dad: Girl’s Sexual Awakening

She nodded; her lips parted as she breathed through them.

“You want me to fucking eat you?”

She swallowed, nodding again. “Please.”

“Tell me.”

The oil they’d used to massage her made her skin slick, but that didn’t stop me from gripping her. From holding her thighs where I wanted them.

From blowing strong, short bursts of air against her clit.

“Ford,” she pleaded. “Oh God, please.”

“Please what?”

This was where Sydney was timid. Where she didn’t have much experience.

Where each time I slid into her pussy, it almost felt like I was taking her virginity.

“Please give me your tongue.”

I moved closer, breathing harder so she felt every exhale. “Where do you want it?” I pressed the tip of my tongue against her thigh. “Here?” I gradually moved to the other side. “Here?”

“No.”

“Where, Sydney?” I let my tongue settle. “Show me.”

Her hand started at her nipple, pinching it, like she couldn’t go another second without that sensation, and then she lowered. Down her ribs, past her navel, stopping at the top of her pussy.

“Here.”

I licked the top of her fingers.

“On my clit.”

That was what I’d wanted to hear.

“How do you want me to lick it?”

My cock throbbed as I waited for her to respond, the anticipation of eating her cunt almost too much to bear.

But I still didn’t go directly to that spot.

I kissed around.

I nipped.

“Fast.” She sucked in some air. “Hard.”

I gazed up, our eyes locking. “To make you come?”

“Yes.”

“Say it.”

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“To make me come.”

“That’s it,” I breathed, flattening my tongue to cover the entire length of her.

The width.

“Yesss,” she sighed.

I dragged the tip up and down, grazing that perfect clit.

But before I really tasted, before I gave her what she’d asked for, I wanted to smell.

I wanted to bury myself in her scent.

I wedged my nose in between her lips and took a long, deep inhale.

“Fuck me,” I moaned.

I was desperate to finger her, to cover myself in her wetness.

But I didn’t.

I stayed there, breathing her in, moving my nose lower to press against her clit.

“Ohhh, yes.”

She liked that, and I hadn’t even started.

I dropped again, halfway down, my tongue giving her just the slightest bit of friction. It was enough that her legs began to close, her toes to bend, her hand to loosen in my hair.

I kept her thighs apart, holding them, pushing them as I dipped in once more.

This time to the entrance of her pussy.

My favorite fucking spot on her body.

The one that took me in.

That held me.

That fucking sucked the cum out of me.

I couldn’t wait.

I needed to feel her.

Taste her.

My finger probed, and I immediately felt the tightness and wetness of her cunt.

“Goddamn it, Sydney,” I moaned. “You’re fucking perfect.”

Her grip was back, flexing within the strands of my hair, pulling me closer. With each tug, her head fell back farther, her hair dangling on the floor.

A trail of gorgeous skin led up to her face.

One that I couldn’t see, but I still watched her.

The bounce in her throat as she moaned, “Ford.” The rise in her chest as she brought in more air.

My finger went in deeper, aiming upward, giving her that arch I knew she desired. And while I pulled back to my nail and slowly slid in again, I dragged my tongue up her clit, stopping at the very top, where I gave it a quick swipe.

Her hips bucked.

“Oh God,” she whispered. Her hand twisted within my locks. “Your tongue … I can’t even think of words.”

That was how I wanted her.

Lost.

Because I was the same, mouth deep in her pussy, knowing even this wasn’t enough.

I needed more of her.

My tongue flicked harder, staying in that same spot, my finger picking up speed.

And while I ate her, while I tapped my tongue back and forth, my dick grew.

It fucking ached to be inside her.

“Ford …” She was tilting her head up, staring down at me with a hunger in her eyes and on her lips. “You’re going to make me come.”

I wanted to taste it.

To watch it.

To hear her scream.

To know I was the one giving her this feeling.

Rather than answer, I gave her more.

I twisted my wrist, my finger hitting her G-spot, rubbing across it.

“Oh fuck,” she cried, her knees bending, her feet pushing onto the edge of the tub so she was rocking into me. “Yes!”

I could feel how close she was.

Her clit hardened, the wetness thickening on my skin.

God, she was fucking beautiful.

So was her pussy as it closed in around me, each breath a moan, each movement adding to her build.

I plunged.

I licked.

And within just a few of both, she was squirming.

“Ford!”

Ripples blasted across her stomach, and I watched each one, every burst of pleasure as it spread through her.

“Oh!” she gasped. “Yes!”

It happened quickly, wave after wave.

I could feel it on my finger.

I could see it move across her, the way her stomach shuddered, how her legs wanted to cave, how her pussy kept me sucked in, clenching as she moaned through each breath.

“My God!”

Stunning.

Always.

But when she came, when she turned her most vulnerable, now, that was a whole different look on her.

One I could stare at forever.

And I did as I licked through her orgasm, slowing only when she settled.

But I still stayed there, kissing, spreading her wetness, waiting for her to come back to me.

To push through that fog.

When she did, when her eyes refocused and fixed on mine, she panted, “What the hell was that?”

I tasted her on my lips. “What you asked for.”