I hadn’t paid any attention to those luscious lips between her legs.

She was sleeping, but she’d already consented to everything I told her I’d do.

I moved slowly, removing the quilt she’d covered us with and—

I simply looked at her.

I took in her flushed cheeks, those pink, parted lips. That look of pure innocence. Her innocence had been stripped from her long ago by my psycho father and that priest, but regarding her now, flushed and sleeping, I could see what had been.

A beautiful naïve girl who only wanted to get to college.

That pureness. That loveliness.

She was still lovely. Very lovely, and that body… A dancer’s body for sure, with lean but muscular arms and legs, a flat belly, and those breasts… Luscious and large and perfect. Her nipples were like velvet, and though they weren’t painted red, they were even more beautiful in their natural state. I’d kiss them. Soon, but not yet.

I raked my gaze downward to her shaved vulva.

Shaved, no doubt, because of the skimpy costumes she had to wear. Or did she shave because she wanted to?

Most women I’d been with had been shaved, but some weren’t. I didn’t mind the hair, but something about a shaved pussy was sex on a stick to me. I loved being able to see the slight swell of pink when a naked woman stood before me. Then when I spread her legs…

I spread Zee’s legs gently.

And beheld the beauty of the paradise between them.

Already I’d felt this paradise. Felt it on my dick. She was still slick from my come. I gently eased myself from the bed to get a warm washcloth from the bathroom. Once I’d wiped the last of me from her, I smiled between her legs.

She opened her eyes.

“Hey,” I said lazily.

“I felt something.”

“Just cleaning you up,” I said.

“Oh?”

“Yes. So I could do this.” I slid my tongue over her folds.

She moaned softly.

God, she tasted like honey. So pretty, all pink and swollen, the sides of her inner thighs still slick with wetness. I kissed one thigh and then the other. Then back to her pussy. I slid my tongue through her folds again and then moved to her clit. She shook with the smallest touch of my tongue. The nub was still hard from our sex. She’d come hard, and I’d felt every contraction of her channel around my cock.

Fucking paradise.

Paradise I wanted to experience again and again.

“Zee,” I said, “you have the sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted.”

No lie, and I’d tasted many pussies in my lifetime. I loved eating pussy. Other than fucking, it was my favorite part of sex. Every woman was different, and finding that sweet spot was a game to me.

A game I never lost.