cunt with his long fingers. As she spread her legs, half wanting to mewl like a cat, he kissed the crotch of her damp underwear and then stopped touching her for only long enough to ease the panties down her legs. Once she was completely nude, Sebastian buried his face in the dark triangle of curls that decorated her fragile sex. He laid a kiss between her legs, tender and reverent.
But then he looked up at her with an impish grin.
"Do you want me to lick your cunt?" he said.
Of course she wanted him to lick her cunt. Already she could imagine him lapping desperately at her aroused center, bringing her closer and closer to release.
The man propped himself up on his elbow. "Well?"
She nodded.
"Say it." He kissed her pussy. "Say that you want me to lick your cunt."
"Lick it," she said quietly.
"Be louder and make sure you say all of it." His grin widened.
"I want you to lick my cunt!" she wailed.
"As you wish, sweetheart." He chuckled.
He nuzzled his way between her feminine lips until his face was completely burrowed in dark curls, and then his tongue darted out of his mouth, drinking up her sex. His damp tongue plunging inside of her sensitive hole was enough to make her arch her back in euphoria. She thanked God, her parents, and even that damned BMW driver. She half felt like she'd just won an Academy Award because of all the gratitude she experienced.
Just when she was certain she was going to die from pleasure, he pulled his tongue from her hole. His lips meandered along the lips of her cunt, and he strayed all the way up to her sensitive clit. His experienced tongue to rove over her flesh. All she could do to stop herself from seizing his head and pressing it harder into her cunt was count the number of times his tongue stroked her pussy—one, two, three, four…Damn, was that a lick or a suck? It was so hard to be sure.
By the time he was finished, her legs were shaking from her arousal.
He traced the sensitive lips of her pussy with his finger. "Did you like it when I licked your cunt?"
She gave a slow nod.
"Good." Sebastian's grin widened.
The man jumped off the bed, starling her. She hadn't come yet, damn it. Even in a drunken state, she refused to sleep without having a proper orgasm. With how she was feeling, she might just have a heart attack without one.
Just when she was about to order him to finish what he started, the man unbuttoned his jeans. So he wasn't leaving for an impromptu visit to the bathroom, after all. The guy was giving her a show, a show that she very much wanted to see. As she watched, he unzipped his pants, then slid them down his legs. Then, moving just as slowly, he eased his pair of navy boxers down as well.
When his body was revealed, her mouth dropped open in shock. Emmy had to admit that a big cock was all well and good, but she wasn't sure how this was going to work. The guy was beyond huge. She bet it would even take two hands to jerk him off.
"I'm going to take your startled look as a compliment." Sebastian's eyes gleamed.
She glanced down at her body. "Are you sure this is going to work?"
"Oh, sweetheart, not only is this going to work, but you're going to love every minute of it." Judging by Sebastian's coy expression, he knew what he was talking about.
"O-okay." Her eyes still lingered on the full magnitude of him—the purple head, the wide, veiny shaft. He was glorious, massive size and all.
His eyes darkened due to her examination. "Touch me."
She wrapped her hand around his shaft, still marveling at the sheer size of the man. His rod was fat and full in her palm. His tip, as silky smooth as a freshly picked mushroom, was soft beneath her thumb. As she ran her hands along his body, he squeezed his eyes shut and shuddered. The fact that she could make Sebastian, who was as glorious as any actor or model, quiver due to her touch was more flattering than a thousand compliments. She longed to please him as he pleased her, but when she bent her head to swirl