Angry? Did she think him angry after he had just given her several orgasms? He rubbed his palm over his cream-wet face and drew a deep breath. The scent of her pussy wrapped around him once more as he fought to control the need to fuck her. So far all he’d done was give her pleasure with his mouth and tongue. But he had felt her maidenhead with his probing tongue and if he didn’t get his need under control quickly he would soon cause her very real pain. “I was never angry, Jessie.” His voice was rough. He sank back onto his heels, his fingertips trailing over her sweat-damp skin as he gazed at her trembling body. “I was enthralled.” The quick little hitch in her breath made him smile slowly. “You are so completely delightful.” Her eyes widened. “You…liked that?” “Almost as much as you did.” He drew one long finger through the wet heat of her pussy lips and she closed her eyes and lifted to meet his touch. He slid one long finger slowly into her tight, wet sheath and felt the constricting ring of tissue that made it feel too small even with just one finger.
