“I get to fuckyouthis time.”
She laughs, the sound full and decadent. “Wow, you drive a hard bargain.” She pretends to think about it before resting her forehead against mine. “Of course you can. In fact, that’s all I’ve been thinking about.” I grin, and she cups my ass, pulling my body tighter against hers. “Now come here.”
Chapter Seven
Casey tastes heavenly.
A little sweet, a little tangy.
“Fuck. Don’t stop,” Casey rasps.
As if I would dream of it. I’m on my knees before her. Her body pulled to the edge of the bed, her long, lean legs over my shoulders. I grip her by her bucking hips, doing my best to hold her in place as I swirl my tongue around her clit. She’s soaking wet and so close.
Casey fists the sheets and grounds down into my mouth. I groan in pleasure. My own arousal drips down the inside of my thighs. Her heel comes up and presses against my collarbone as she arcs her ass off the mattress.
“Mm, yes,” she moans. “Touch yourself.”
My left hand releases her hip, and I reach between my legs. It’s hard to concentrate. My fingers keep slipping and sliding off my nub, so I give up and plunge two deep inside my pussy. I pump in rhythm to the strokes of my tongue.
Casey pushes herself up onto an elbow to look down at me, her pupils blown. Her lips part in panting moans. She runs her fingers through my hair then grips me hard by theback of my head. I gasp. She grinds down on my face, and with her fistful of my hair keeping me locked in place, I go nose deep into her folds. I can’t breathe, but I don’t care. I don’t stop. Forcing my head to the side, I inhale a lungful before plunging back in. My fingers pound harder into myself.
“Fuck, Dakota,” Casey pants. “You are such a good girl.”
My legs spasm. Her thighs tighten. They squeeze the sides of my face, suffocating me in her pussy. I ride our orgasms out, my heart pounding. It’s only a couple seconds before her legs slacken, and I force my head back, inhaling deeply.
“Damn,” I gasp.
We’ve been going at it nonstop since agreeing to sleep together the night before. I’ve never been so happy to get such little sleep. We never left the bedroom but to use the bathroom or to find food. And even then we’d find new surfaces around the house to fuck.
When we showered together this morning, Casey held up her soapy loofah and innocently asked to clean my body. She had barely finished washing my back before her fingers were inside me once again.
I’ve never known sex can be this hot.
That another person could make me feel so good.
With a sigh, I settle into Casey’s arms on the bed. We’ve scooted up to the top, Casey rearranging the haphazard pillows for us to lie comfortably.
“Wow,” I say. “I never knew I had a praise kink.” Casey smiles knowingly, and I frown. “What?No. Come on! How’dyouknow?”
“Oh, you know,” she says in an airy tone like it explains everything. “Bottoms.”
I gasp in mock offense. “Excuse me. I was just the one on top, if you don’t recall.”
She shrugs, her hand slowly and soothingly stroking up and down my spine. “Were you though?”
I scrunch up my nose, not wanting to admit defeat. I kiss her instead of answering. She breaks off our kiss with a light chuckle.
“Face it, Dakota.” She nips at my cheek before lightly sucking on my earlobe. My vagina pulses, and I spread my legs for her in invitation. I can hear Casey’s smile in her voice when she whispers against the crown of my ear. “Even if you’re physically on top, you’ll still listen to every word I say.” Her touch is featherlight as the pads of fingers graze over my clit. I inhale sharply. My thighs tremble.
“God, this pussy is so needy for me.” She lazily strokes her fingers through the pool of my arousal. A groan rumbles from deep in my throat. My eyes squeeze shut.
“Dakota,youknow. AndIknow.” She bends forward to wrap her lips around the hard peak of my nipple. Her head bobs as she takes more and more of my breast in her mouth. I fist the pillow at my side as my other hand comes down hard on her back. Casey bites me once before blowing softly and licking to soothe the spot. My fingers dig into her back with a whimper that’s both pain and pleasure.
“We both know,” she repeats and rests her chin on my stomach to watch me as she buries two fingers inside me. “You love bottoming for me.”
I nod vigorously. She adds a third finger and picks up the pace of her thrusts.
I gasp, “I do.”
