“That’s easily solved.” I push them down and off her feet, along with her socks.
She lies back. “That’s better.”
“You’re telling me.” The sight of her naked lower half awaiting me makes my mouth water.
I lift one leg and kiss from the knee all the way up her inner thigh. Operating on instinct, my tongue laps at her center when I get there. The sweet taste of her, the sound of her moan, the tilt of her hips to my mouth, her sensitive nub under my tongue. Her pleasure is even more of a turn-on than my own.
While I circle her clit with my tongue, I find her entrance with a finger and slowly slip it inside as she sighs and bears down on my hand.
I want this to be the best she’s ever felt. I try to forget about my aching cock pressing down on the bed as I concentrate on her, and only her, and ease in another finger, pressing upward until she gasps when I hit her most sensitive spot.
The sight of her rocking against me, eyes closed, one hand on her forehead, the other clutching at the quilt, is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
And then suddenly she breaks. Her inner walls contract against my fingers and her body arches and trembles. The waves crash over her as my tongue teases out the final ripples.
As she gets her breath back, she sighs and half laughs. “Christ, I might have blacked out for a second.”
I rise on my knees to look down at her flushed face.
She reaches for my jeans again. “It issoyour turn.”
“I won’t stop you this time.”
She makes short work of pushing them down. And here I am, kneeling before her, my cock worshiping at her face.
I can’t imagine anything better than her lips wrapped around me, but, as she dips her head, I pull her back by the cardigan that’s somehow still there, and tug at the black T-shirt bunched up under her arms. “Can we lose all this first?”
“God, yes.”
She makes swift work of them and sits in front of me in only her black lacy bra, one side still hooked under her breast.
I lean into her and stroke my dick against the silky soft skin. She pulls me closer and rubs the tip against her nipple. I have no idea what’s going on inside my brain right now, but it feels like a mixture of shooting stars and confetti cannons.
I sink toward her. “You are unbearable.”
She raises her eyebrows. “In a good way?”
“Fuck, yes.”
My cock twitches with anticipation as she lowers her head. I’m about to feel her lips on me, her mouth on me, her tongue on me. Even the mere thought of it puts me on the verge of explosion.
She takes just the head into the warm wetness, and a loud groan I don’t recognize resonates in my chest. As she swirls her tongue around the tip, it’s more than I can stand. A fire burns in my lower back, and my balls tighten.
“It’s too much. I need to come inside you.” Against all my instincts I pull away from her mouth.
“Do you have another condom?” she asks.
I reach for my jeans at the bottom of the bed, make short work of grabbing a blue square from my wallet, and hold it up like a prize. “Last one.”
“Better make it good then.” She stretches up and teases my nipple with her tongue as I sheath myself, fumbling in my desperation.
“Need a hand?” she asks with a smile.
I regain control for the second it takes to roll it on fully. “All good.”
I ease her onto her back and position myself at her entrance. She lifts her hips to meet me, and I slide the tip that was just in her mouth into her innermost warmth.Another groan bursts from me as I’m enveloped by her wetness. I’m consumed by every part of her—her body, her feisty independence, her desire to let me into her solitary life—even if it’s only for this all-too-brief time.
As I inch inside her, I know I’ll barely last. She gasps as I bury myself and, dear God, I hope I can take her with me one more time.
