An excerpt from Orgasm Fairy
2005 (c) Copyright Ashleigh Raine

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“Darlin’, these beauties should come with a warning.” He circled the teasing, tantalizing tips with his tongue.

She moaned, anchoring her fingers in his hair. “And your mouth should come with a cautionary advisement. One lick and I’m lost.”

“I guess I’ll have to find you then.” He suckled as much of her breast as he could, massaging the distended nipple against the roof of his mouth.

Cammie squeaked, tugging on his hair until he was pretty damn sure he’d have a bald spot.

He suckled harder and, not wanting her other nipple to feel ignored, rubbed it with his thumb.

She gasped. “Okay, you found me.”

“Finders keepers.” Switching sides, he suckled her other breast, swirling a finger through the dampness he’d left behind on the first one.

This time she ripped him away, her nipple releasing from his mouth with a loud pop. “Losers weepers,” she said smugly.

“Reciting childhood rhymes now?”

“You started it.”

Grabbing her ass, he pulled her flush against his body, loving the feel of her tits smashed against him. “And I’m gonna finish it, too.”

Her firm little ass squirmed in his grasp and she gave a small jump, anchoring her legs around his waist. “Finish it?” She ground against him, denim abrading denim, pussy nestling cock, spark creating fire. “Then you better take your damn clothes off.”

Oh hell yes. Then he could climb inside her and stay for a while.

Oh hell no. He had to show her it wasn’t just about penetration. He’d show her how a man was supposed to take care of a woman. None of that three strokes, time’s up.

“You first, darlin’.” He lowered her to the edge of the bed, fingers already working the zipper on her shorts. “If we can call this tiny bit of denim clinging to you clothing.”

“Complaining?” She flopped backward, giving her hips a little bounce and wiggle to help him remove her shorts.

Shit. She wasn’t wearing underwear. “No,” he wheezed. His fingers brushed over the soft golden hair covering her mound as he tugged off the shorts. She was already wet. Cream coated her curls, darkening them to amber at the apex of her thighs.

He threw her shorts to the far corner of the room. He didn’t want her putting them on anytime soon…preferably never. That might be long enough to get his fill of Cammie and her pretty pussy, her beautiful breasts, her mischievous mouth…

His painfully pounding penis…

Fuck it! He shucked off his clothing, thankful for years of undressing practice.

Cammie’s eyes sparked appreciatively and she rose onto her elbows. “Now we’re getting somewhere.”

She squeaked as he grabbed her legs and pulled, until her ass lay on the very edge of the bed.

He knelt on the floor. “Now I’m getting somewhere.” Lowering his mouth to her pussy, he indulged, one lick from the base of her lips to her clit.

The first moan was always his favorite, that long drawn-out sound of demand and need. Cammie’s didn’t disappoint, filling his ears, making his balls ache. Her juices coated his mouth, a tangy, musky flavor all Cammie. God, she was going to feel so good around his dick, like hot liquid silk.

And he wasn’t going to fuck her with his cock until she came. At least once. Maybe twice. Okay, probably only once. But he’d make it a good one, take his time, build her up slowly, so that when she finally reached her peak the orgasm would be that much stronger, last that much longer.

He returned to her beautiful pussy, and starting from the outside worked his way in, teasing each dip and swell with his tongue, tasting every inch of moist flesh. She squirmed beneath him, letting out sweet panting little huffs. Her pulse accelerated, a rapid thump, tha-thump, tha-thump, beating against the hand he’d curled around her inner thigh.

When he reached her center, he flicked his tongue, darting inside, drawing out her dew, then returning for more of her addicting flavor. God, she tasted good. So fucking good. His tongue surged deeper, wanting to reach the core of her.

Neal spread his legs further apart, giving his aching cock room to breathe. It wanted to be his tongue, thrusting in and out of her cunt, feeling the ripples as she clenched and released him.

“Holy damn! Neal…Yes! Oh yes!”

The way she moaned his name made his dick throb even harder. He felt it in his brain, a constant surging sexual demand. At this moment she was his. All his. And he didn’t want it to end.

He slowed his thrusting, then completely withdrew. She whimpered, lifting her hips, seeking his touch. But he had other plans. More things he wanted to do to her.

Lowering his head, he nipped her thigh right over her pulse point, sucking the flesh into his mouth, feeling the beat against his tongue.

“Neal!” She jumped, body arching, legs drawing together, closing him between them.

Kissing the tender, reddened skin, he lifted his face to meet her sparking green eyes. He smiled. “Somethin’ wrong, darlin’?”

“You bit me,” she accused.

“That I did.”

“Do it again.”

Nip. Bite. Scrape. He ran his teeth over her thighs, hips, lower belly. And then he found her clit. Her beautiful, begging-to-be-fondled clitoris. He’d ignored it for way too long.

Flattening his tongue, he pressed it to her swollen nub, working in a circle for a few revolutions. “Ohhhhh…yesssss…” Her hips lifted, demanding that he work her harder. He was happy to oblige.

Growling, he shook his head back and forth, nuzzling her, using his lips, mouth and tongue to antagonize and arouse, suckling then releasing.

“Oh God…oh God…oh God…Neal. Oh…God… Yes!” She lifted her legs, curling her feet over his shoulders, trapping him between her thighs. Oh darn. He chuckled, making sure she could feel the vibration in her clit.

If the sudden thrashing against his face was anything to go by, she felt it. “Yes…Neal…yessss! Mmhmm!”

After a few more swipes over her clitoris, he dipped lower, teasing her entrance, writhing his tongue against her slippery opening, her feminine perfume rising in aromatic waves, driving him insane with need.

“Ooooh…ooooh…mmhmmm…yeah…oh! Oh! Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!”

When one of her legs threatened to shake off the bed, he grabbed it, subduing it against the side of the mattress with his shoulder as he focused on those pretty pink parts between her legs. Tag teaming with his tongue, Neal brought his middle finger to her clit. She was so damn close. Hell, he was so damn close…

She screamed at the very top of her shockingly powerful lungs, “OH! MY! GOD! OH GOD! NEAL!” She started convulsing, shaking, thrashing, the bedding tangling around her. “OH! NEAL! OH! OH! YES! YES! NEAL! YES! OH! NEAL! OH! OOOOOOOOOOOOOH!”

Maybe he’d been wrong earlier. Her final moans might be his new favorite.

Hell, all of her moans were damn addicting. He didn’t even care if they violated a noise ordinance.

He had a new addiction–making Cammie come…hard.

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