The Single Dad (The Dalton Family #3)(80)

I licked the path, stopping when I neared her tit.

My mouth wasn’t going there just yet.

She had to wait.

“Ford!”

I added more, this time to the center of her breasts. The cold, bubbly liquid popped against her, telling me the carbonation was doing exactly what I wanted.

Tingling.

Urging.

“Oh God, touch me.”

Words that were so fucking sexy.

But they weren’t enough.

I covered more of her, every inch that wasn’t beneath the water.

Slowly.

Meticulously.

Painting the champagne over her body, avoiding the spots that would give her any relief.

I wanted to see a build.

I wanted more begging.

“Ahhh! Please! Now!”

I didn’t stop until both glasses were empty.

Instead of getting out to retrieve the bottle, I lifted her onto the edge of the tub and spread her legs across it. I moved in front of her, and her fingers raked through my hair, trying to pull me toward her pussy.

To give her the relief she’d been asking for.

I glanced up, my mouth inches from her pussy. “Is this what you want, Sydney?”

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.”

She was biting her lip, the sight making me fucking rabid.

“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.”