Fourteen

My hands tangle in James's hair as his head bobs between my legs, his tongue stroking my pussy. He takes his time, memorizing my folds with his tongue while two of his fingers slowly stroke my insides. I moan as his tongue circles my clit and his lips give it a teasing suck. James loves teasing, not that I mind, he's very good at what he does.

My hips jerk as his fingers graze the sensitive spot inside me his licking turns from teasing to eating like it was his last meal. His fingers thrust harder, grazing my spot over and over while his lips suck on my clit mercilessly. My fingers dig into his scalp and pull his hair harshly as I explode with a yell.

My hands release his head and I lay there trying to breath. If this was how our first day in Paris was starting, I had high hopes for the rest of it.

James comes and lays beside me, his hand running across my skin lightly, "good morning."

"A very good morning," I say, giving him a loving look. After his confession at Christmas we had