A taste of Holland

NSFW: This little sampling is not safe for work, my hearts.

“More,” I say, dropping my head back against the door.

“More,” he agrees. He slides his huge warm hands to my thighs, parting them. I shiver with anticipation. He puts his face against my center and breathes in deeply. “You smell so fucking good,” he says. “I’m going to taste you, Holland. I’ve waited—” he doesn’t finish the sentence because he presses the full flat of his tongue against my slit. I cry out.

“Waited so long,” I finish his sentence as I wrap my fingers around his cleanly shaved head. His tongue caresses me slowly at first, and then hungrily. He grips my butt firmly with one hand and teases my nipple with the other. I am so close already and he is still fully clothed.

“So fucking good,” he says, and then dives back in.

I moan as my orgasm builds in my belly. When he one more time sucks my bud into his warm wet mouth, I spill over the edge of my climax, crying out his name. He laps me up. Licks his lips.

“More,” he says again.