He'd said he'd fuck me.
So naturally, that's what I expected him to do. I lay still, thinking any second I'd feel the harsh burn of his huge cock stretching me open.
Instead, he moved down, shouldering my thighs open so that I had my ass tipped up in the air and my knees spread wide like I was presenting myself to be mounted.
He pressed his face between my cheeks, stubble brushing over the sensitive inner curves.
I let out a yelp, and he chuckled.
Right against my hole, his hot breath tickling over that delicate skin.
Fuck, and now I was thinking of myself as delicate. Or at least that part of myself.
I wasn't, and he needed to get the fuck out of my head.
For a few long moments, he just breathed on me, hot and soft and making me squirm. And then his tongue flicked out, drawing little circles. Clockwise. Counterclockwise.
Tracing my hole, getting it wet. Heating my skin.
