Cunnilingus Books

“He murmurs, low and hungry, "I really want to ruin you."
Eden bites her lip. She can barely breathe as she rasps, "Then what are you waiting for?"
He hums, content, as he reaches behind her to help lift her bralette up and over her head. Alexander grabs at her small breasts, easily covering her with his massive hands. She shivers, both amused and aroused at how small and protected he makes her feel.
He leaves a line of kisses from her breasts down her stomach, marking her as he works his way down to her jeans. It's a wonder to watch his skilled fingers undo the front of her pants before tugging them off with great haste. All that remains is her matching white lace thong, one that leaves little to the imagination.
Alexander growls. "You're really going to kill me, you know that?"
"Sorry," she replies, breathless.
"Don't be," he mumbles, moving in to lick at her mound through the fabric.
Pleasure spears through her in a massive shock wave, the warmth of his tongue seeping through the lace. The throbbing wetness between her legs grows more and more unbearable with every second. But Alexander takes his time, mouthing at her through her thong with slow and controlled determination.
It's torturous.
It's heaven.
"Take it off," she commands, barely recognizing the sound of her own voice. "Take it---"
"Be patient."
Eden whines. "But I want---"
"I know."
"Please---"
"I told you. I want to ruin you."
Eden moans, lightheaded and babbling nonsense. It's enough to make her toes curl. She's sure she sounds pathetic, panting and mewling like she's in heat.”
― Katrina Kwan, Knives, Seasoning, & A Dash of Love