My rigid cock strains against my jeans. And when a little mewl slips as I pop the hard peak from my mouth and take up the other, I all but need to fist my cock to stop from embarrassing myself.
The way this little woman flays me open, leaving me needy and vulnerable with a wordless syllable, is ridiculous.
The overwhelming need to bury myself as deep inside her as possible sends my head spinning.
I need to taste her.
To feel her tighten around me as she comes, taking me with her.
“Baby, I don’t know if slow’s going to work this time,” I rasp.
No telling my girl twice. Her hands work my shirt from my back. She pushes off the mattress again, trailing kisses over my damn chest, her dark hair swinging around her shoulders.
When she makes it to my stomach, I tense, wanting to be the one to lay her bare first.
I grab her wrists when her hands move to my waistband.
“No, I’m fucking devouring you first.”
She opens her mouth to object, but I flick the button on her jeans and have the zipper down and the heavy fabric over her hips a second later.
She wriggles and I pull them off, losing them to the floor.
Her lacy panties are soaked. And so coming off.
I slide a finger behind the waistband of the panties and have them gone next. I strip down until we are both bare, not a stitch between us. Standing at the edge of the bed, I survey the most stunning damn woman I’ve ever seen.
“Fucking hell, Celeste. This pretty little pussy consumes my damn dreams. But it’s never as good as the real thing. You’re fucking glistening for me, baby.”
“I—”
I don’t give her a chance to respond, dropping to my knees and sliding my hands behind hers, hauling her to the edge of the bed. A little squeak slips past her lips, and my cock twitches.
I spread her wide.
Her hands turn to fists around my duvet.
“Come all over my face, Celeste.”
I dive in, lapping at her clit and sending my tongue through her wet center. She’s breathless, chanting my name softly a minute later. Her knuckles turn white, and I can feel her tensing. Legs trembling, she widens them. “Quin...”
“Yeah, baby.”
“Fuck, more.”
I suckle hard on her clit, slipping two fingers inside her tight pussy.
And it’s all I can do not to make a mess of the damn duvet hanging over the bed. I pause—just for a moment—breathing deeply.
She opens willingly for me. Not shy and unsure like the first time we touched. She lets go so easily with me now. Fucking perfect.
We just fit.
I send my tongue around her nub before sucking down hard. She flies off the bed, hands sinking into my hair, her grip turning painful.
Those hands slip, tilting my head up, her fingers wrapped around my jaw. Her mouth crashes over mine before she breaks away. “No more, I want to come with you.”
I crawl up onto the bed, taking her onto my hips. “Good fucking girl.”
