Stone Creek by Davis, Lainey (reading diary .TXT) 📕

"Neal," I say again.

His lips are moving along my calves as he tosses my soaked panties behind his shoulder. "Mm?"

I touch his cheek and he looks up at me. "Why me? I've seen a thousand girls having eye sex with you every time we've been studying and…" My voice drifts off.

He shrugs at the foot of the bed. "You're real," he says, rubbing my leg. "You care about stuff." His hands creep higher up my leg, leaving my flesh burning with aching need for what I want to come next. "You're also sexy as hell and I want to hear you scream my name." He flashes me a wicked grin and places my legs up over his shoulders. He begins kissing and stroking my inner thighs, gradually working his way higher as I writhe beneath him. I realize that he's about to put his face into my crotch, and my nerves interrupt the moment. I'm suddenly afraid, my inexperience causing me to stiffen.

"Neal!" I reach out and touch his cheek to stop him. He looks up at me from between my legs, hitching my skirt up so my thighs can spread wider. "I've never had a guy go down on me before…"

Neal slides his palm along my thigh, nudging it to the side until my knees fall open as wide as they can. "Dahlia, it's going to feel so fucking good." There is no question in his tone, no hesitation, but my eyes must still reflect my concern, because he says, "Trust me, baby. You are going to taste amazing." His eyes look so hungry, and his searching hands feel so confident. I nod and drop my head back down onto the bed.

I quiet the nervous voice inside me and close my eyes as Neal begins his masterful work on my pussy. I feel his big fingers parting the soft curls that mask my clit, and then I feel his warm breath as he hovers above my quivering lower lips. His fingers are light, gently rubbing and stroking every layer, every secret fold. Jesus, this already feels amazing, I think. I jut my hips up toward his face and he laughs, a deep rumbling sound. He withdraws his head a bit and looks up at me again. "What do you want, Dahlia? Tell me and I'll do it."

His hands are still and my body quakes, yearning for him. I need him to touch me again. The need to feel his wet mouth on my clit is driving me mad. I raise my head again, my eyes wild. "Fuck! I want your tongue inside me. I want your mouth on my pussy. Please!" And I sigh as he does it. Neal slides his tongue along my slit, starting near my ass and stopping when he reaches the throbbing nubbin. I feel his fingers spreading my lower lips wide, opening me for him to do as he pleases.

And my god, his pleasure is my ecstasy. I forget all about being nervous, concentrating only on the feel of Neal's magic tongue. He works slowly, taking his time as he seems to savor the taste of my wetness. It's pouring out of me now, and I'm thrashing beneath him. My legs start to come together as my sensitive clit seeks relief and I feel his elbows pressing into my thighs to keep me spread wide. Neal withdraws his tongue and his fingers, and I whimper as he chuckles once more.

"Not yet, Dahlia. It's going to be so good. I'm going to eat you slowly." He sits back on his heels then and lifts his sweatshirt over his massive shoulders. He pulls off his t-shirt, too, and I get a glimpse of his chest. Neal is all hard angles. He's got a few scars on his abdomen, and I wonder what sort of fights he's been in on the ice to get them. There's not a spare ounce of flesh on his body, and deep lines of muscle lead from his stomach down to the waist of his jeans, where I can see a monstrous bulge straining the seams.

Neal slips my legs back over his shoulders and I love the feel of my skin against his. My calves dangle over his shoulders onto the smooth skin of his back as he opens me wide and slides two fingers inside my body. He curls the fingers toward himself and I grasp the sheets into my fists as his tongue finds my clit again. I didn't even realize my body worked this way until this moment. Whatever spot he's found inside me is shooting jets of sensation through my body, down my legs, into every inch of my skin.

When Neal starts to circle my tender bud with his tongue, he also begins sliding his fingers in and out of my pussy. I can't believe how full I feel just from his fingers, and I ache to get my hands on his cock. "Christ, Dahlia," he says, "You're so fucking wet." I feel the vibration of his voice on the sensitive skin of my upper thighs.

"Please, Neal, I need to cum." I am begging him now. I feel like I'm going to explode if I don't have release, and I can tell that when it arrives, it's going to shatter my body. I begin to lift my hips to meet his mouth. Neal responds by removing his tongue from my clit. His fingers rub my thighs, my stomach, everywhere but my pussy, but his tongue delves inside me. I can feel his tongue thrusting in and out of my body and I'm unable to control the moans escaping me with every breath.

Neal licks upward once more, inserts two fingers inside me again, and blows on my clit. He says, "Now, Dahlia," and I detonate. I am out of control, and it