CHAPTER TWENTY

GIDEON

Lindy's silent consent is all I need to slide beneath the comforter and divest her of the purple cotton panties blocking my view of her pussy. I've dreamed of tasting her sweet cunt for months now, and after that small taste I had on her porch weeks ago, it's become a feral need.

"God, you smell good," I mutter, inhaling the scent of her arousal. Lindy moans and rocks her hips again, and I don't plan on making my girl wait any longer.

Burying my face between her pale thighs, I spread her legs wider as my tongue laps at the glossy wetness coating her folds from clit to slit. My girl made a fucking mess of herself while sucking me off, and it has my dick rallying for a second round.

She'd swallowed me whole like in all of my dreams, except reality had been much better. Her initial adorable hesitancy. Then her eagerness to please.

I've never had someone so intent on getting me off.

Women usually went down on me or gave me a hand job because they wanted something. An in with the club. Bragging rights with their friends.

No one has ever pleasured me with no expectations of something in return—except Lindy. She'd snuggled into my side the moment she'd drained the last of my release from me. No leading comments. No straddling my hips or face to force reciprocation.

Not that I would have minded.

But Lindy got comfortable, yawned, and looked ready to fall asleep, rather than expecting me to even the score. Which made me that much more motivated to send her off to a good night's sleep with a mindblowing orgasm.

Lindy's breath hitches in her chest as I flick her swollen clit with my tongue, then exhales as I suckle the sweet bud. She's in that soft space between dreams and reality, and I'm happy to keep her floating for as long as possible.

Twisting my head, I nibble on the sensitive inner lips of her pussy before rimming her tight channel with the tip of my tongue, plunging forward a second later. Immediately, her walls flutter around the pliant muscle, and I wish I could give her something thicker to hold on to, but this will have to do for now.

I'm not trying to work her up into a frenzy.

I'm focused on seducing a bone-melting release from her lax body.

"Mmm…"

"That's my line, Lindy Girl." I hum in satisfaction, allowing the vibrations to slide along her soaking cunt. "You taste so good. Like you were made just for me."

She shudders, another gush of arousal spilling onto my tongue, and I lap it up like the sweet treasure it is. I lose track of time, lost in the warm cocoon of her plump thighs around my ears, her curves overflowing my palms on her hips.

There's just Lindy—breathy sighs, purrs of contentment.

And me—devouring my beautiful woman, ensuring her dreams are soft and nightmare-free like she deserves.