Pride barrels through me like the first bite of a warm cinnamon roll.
“I want to do it again.” I think I can do it better this time.
She has to have a perfect combination. If I pick the right order, it’ll be even more intense.
But she pivots, swirling her bare torso so I can see her deep purple areolas, her nipples like ripe raspberries, begging to be tasted.
“This time with your mouth.” Rising onto her tiptoes, she pulls me down to meet her hungry lips.
Her burning palms work lower, then she tugs at my buckle. “Take this off. I want to see what you’re hiding.”
Need outweighs the nerves. My belt slides from the loops in a practiced motion, then I toss it onto the floor near my boots.
Her green eyes widen with a smile. “I’m going to remember how well you do that, next time.”
Oh damn, I don’t know what’s the bigger turn on, thinking of tying her up, or imagining her spanking me with my own leather.
She finds the button of my jeans and pops it loose.
My zipper flies open all on its own from the insane pressure of my cock behind it.
I could pound nails with this thing.
Both of her hands curl around the elastic band of my taut boxer-briefs.
Then shelowers it.
Those puffy red lips fall into an “O”.
“Sawyer,” she exhales in almost reverence, tracing the very tip of her finger over my leaking slit.
The shock of her touch makes me jump.
“Sorry,” I mumble.
“Don’t you dare apologize for the…generous…gift…you have.” Her thumb follows the distended ridge of the tip.
Biting my cheek isn’t enough.
“Val, I, um.” I trail off, knotting my hand in her hair. “I’m not used to—”
She wraps around me and fuckingsqueezes.
All I can manage is a choking sound. This is too much. I’m gonna blow it all to pieces.
She’s gonna hate me if I lose it in her hand.
“Hmm, maybe you need a little distraction.” Letting go of me, her nails work long lines over my chest. “Get on your knees.”
I was struggling to stand anyway. Hitting the floor with a solid thump is easy.
“Take off my pants.” She lifts her arms, pulling her hair away from her chest so I have a full view of her magnificent breasts.
The stretchy leggings peel without effort to expose the tiny stripe of dark hair over the lips of her glistening pussy.
I think I died last night while tackling that guy.
Because this is heaven.
