He nods, his eyes drinking in my body like a starving man. “Look at your tits spilling out of that bra.”
“I… Yeah, I probably need to buy some new bras and clothes soon.”
“I’ll buy you whatever you want as long as you keep wearing lacy shit like that.”
My cheeks heat, and he growls, stepping closer.
“Leave it on. I want to be the one to take it off of you.”
“And these?” I whisper, my fingers brushing along the hem of my panties.
I hook my fingers into the waistband and pull down slightly. Heath’s eyes track the movement, and he reminds me of a predator stalking his prey.
Seeing him like this gives me a surge of confidence. I feel bold. I feel powerful.
“Do you want to take these off of me, too?” I ask, my voice low and breathy.
“I’m going to tear them off of you,” he snarls.
Then he’s lunging for me. His hands hook around my hips, and he drags me back onto the bed, rolling me under him.
His lips land on mine, and I’m instantly lost in him. It feels so right to be with him like this. Meeting him and being with him feels like fate.
He tugs the cups of my bra down, and his hands mold my breasts. He kisses a trail down my neck, and I arch into him as his warm breath fans over my skin.
When his lips wrap around my nipple, I think I might pass out. I’m so turned on already, and I’m not sure how much of this I can handle before I explode.
“Heath!” I cry, trembling beneath him.
“I’ve got you, baby. Let me hear you.”
Wrapping my legs around his hips. I rock against him. He growls, his teeth grazing my nipple. My eyes fall closed, and my head tips back on the pillow as I let Heath worship my body.
The sensations build inside me; the pressure grows bigger and bigger, and I know I’m about to combust.
“More!” I plead.
Heath groans, switching to my other breast. His fingers toy with one nipple while he sucks the other. I wrap my legs tighter around him, digging my heels into his ass as I grind up against him.
“Oh! OH!” I shout as I tumble over the edge.
“That’s it, Sienna. Soak those fucking panties.”
“Heath!” I sob as he rubs against me, prolonging my orgasm.
“So. Fucking. Hot,” he says, emphasizing each word with a thrust of his hips.
I gasp, my legs flopping open on the bed. Heath moans, prowling down my body, leaving kisses along my skin as he goes. I’m in a daze as he shoulders my legs apart and lies on his stomach between them. He reaches for my panties and tears them off, tossing the scraps over his shoulder.
That gets my attention.
I sit up, leaning on my elbows and staring down at him. “Wha?—”
Heath grins up at me. I watch as he spreads my pussy lips with his fingers, and he moans at what he sees.
“He—” I’m cut off as he buries his face in my core.
As I watch, his tongue licks a path up my pussy and circles my clit. My legs tremble, and that now familiar pressure grows inside me again.
