“So fucking badly.” My voice is wrecked. “Please, honey.You said this is my reward, right? Please let touching you be my reward.”
With one hand dragging slow strokes over my cock, she unravels my hand from the sheets with the other. And she guides my touch down my own stomach, over the dampness of my cock, and between her legs. She’s all heat and slick wetness. And my fingers slip inside her tight pussy with ease.
I tilt my head to the side to moan into and bite at my own bicep, letting out a barely audible, “Holy hell, thank you.”
Whit is so fucking perfect, I’ll continue to beg every day for the rest of my life to touch her. I’m desperate. A lost cause. So infatuated with this woman, I’d give up everything to hear her panting breath as she comes undone.
Whit pulls her dress overhead, finally freeing the tits I’ve been imagining for too long. They’re teardrop shaped and heavy against her rib cage, and I yank my hand free from behind my head so I can feel the weight of one in my palm. In the open air, her light brown nipples quickly harden to small, pebbled buds that slip perfectly between my fingers. The slightest pinch has her pussy clenching.
Every sensual curve of her body, every freckle, every scar, every dimple in her skin. It’s like I’m staring at anactualangel, radiating light.
“You’re so fucking pretty.” I stare up at the woman of my dreams.
Pretty doesn’t feel big enough.
But how can I begin to explain the way looking at her is like taking the deepest breath of mountain air with the warmth of the sun on my face? I guess I could say that; I could tell Whit that the sight of her is better than the best summer day.
“My boobs are…I don’t know.” She crinkles her nose, looking down at where I’m massaging her. She laughs under her breath. “Worn out.”
“Fucking perfect. That’s what they are—you are.”
Where she’s been all my life, I don’t know. But tonight she’s mine. And I intend to keep it that way forever.
Her breath hitches when I slowly pull my hand from herpussy and slip my soaked fingers into my mouth. The taste of her overwhelms my senses, and I moan as I suck my skin clean. I sit halfway up, flames zipping across my abdomen, and hold her tits together in my hands so I can lick both nipples at the same time.
With a gasp, her head lists forward, and she tightens her fingers around my cock, inching herself closer to it. I’m happily suffocating against the warmth of her chest, sucking and licking and kissing her nipples with frantic need, when I feel the slick heat of her pussy lips hug the length of my cock.
All the air punched from my lungs, I curl into her with a raspy, “Oh my God.”
She teases the both of us until we’re panting in sync, whimpers and heavy, wanton breathing the only sounds. Her pussy lips wrapped around my cock. The tight squeeze of dainty fingers at the base. The frenzied rub of my cock head against her clit. She uses me like a toy.
I’m fucking aching, my dick’s all reddish-purple andangrylooking, tender to the touch, and in desperate need of relief.
“Fuck.Please just…just let me put it in, only for a second.” I look down to watch her grind against my hard cock as if she’s reliving the night after the bar. When the head of my cock presses to her clit, more pre-cum drips onto my stomach, and I’m ready to bargain my life away so I can end this misery. “I’m begging. I need something before I bust. Just the tip. Or suck it again.Anything.”
“Oh, is this too much for you? Feels too good?”
My nod is aggressive and pathetic, and I don’t care.
The tip slips inside during one of her slow, taunting drags. Pleasure builds instantly, charging through my veins. In a panic, I toss my hand over my mouth to prevent a loud moan from barreling from my chest.
We’re frozen, the head of my cock on the receiving end of her contracting muscles, working to milk me fucking dry before I’ve even had the chance to sink into her.
Whit slips a little deeper with a frustrated rasp. “Sorry, I…just the tip is harder than I thought.”
When she lifts back up, I fist my shaft and my fingers stroke where our bodies connect.
“Honey, I can’t…” I pant. “I can’t take it anymore. I’m—holy fuck—I’m going fucking crazy here.”
“You can say no.” Whit brushes her pinky over my eyebrow. “But do you want your reward to be fucking me bare?”
My eyes must look crazy, because Whit immediately lifts off me, and the cold breeze that follows sends a tremor to wrack my entire body.
“W-wait.” Sitting up, I grab hold of her wrist before she can crawl across the bed to her nightstand. “If you’re…if you want to. I haven’t been with anybody in…” My cheeks heat. “If you’re on birth control…”
Her nostrils flare. Her teeth tug on her bottom lip. “Don’t worry, you won’t knock me up.”
“Then come here.” I pull at her wrist, urging her back to me.
