Another time maybe.
I’ve been itching to get my hands on him all day, and he has clearly had the same problem.His hands are everywhere—my back, my waist, my breasts, my ass.I moan into his mouth as he teases his fingers along my crack to my aching pussy.
I'm already addicted to his lips, his taste.The bristles of his beard are a delicious scratch along my neck as he sucks and licks, pulling away only to divest himself of his shirt.Finally, I get a look at his body, and—holy shit.Ink spreads over his broad shoulders, and I spot a jack of clubs on his collarbone and a jaguar crawling down his ribs before he’s pulling me back in and attacking my lips once more.
Fuck.“Don’t stop.”
“Not in the cards, love.”
His skin feels amazing against mine.I know we’re moving fast, but I can’t make myself stop or slow down.I want everything with him, and I don’t care what order it comes in.Something tells me he’ll be ready for more than one round as well.
When he’s finally free of his pants, I almost drop to my knees.His cock looks amazing.The flushed head peeks out of his foreskin, seeping pre-cum.He’s thick, not too long, and I can already tell sucking him off will be my new favorite thing.
“Lucky,” I plead.
“Please,” he says, kneeling on the floor.“Let me do this.”
“Okay, y-yeah.On your knees.That’s good.”
He presses a kiss to my knee, peeking up through his lashes at me as he sucks a mark on my inner thigh.His breath gusts over me, warm and only making me wetter.I buck into the air, needing his mouth on me, whining as he takes his time.
“Fuck, this is all I’ve thought about.”With a gentle hand, he hooks my knee over his shoulder, smiling an inch away from my bare pussy, teasing me.
“Do it,” I whisper.“Please, please touch me.”
“Since you asked so nicely.”
He looks hungry, and when he puts his tongue on my clit, he takes his time to eat me out.
I’m sweaty and panting and one orgasm down by the time I choke out the words, “Fuck me.”
Fuck, his hair is just as soft as I imagined it would be, gliding through my fingers while his tongue circles wickedly.
He moans, alternating between stroking my clit and trailing his tongue down, licking deeper, fucking me with it until I cry out.I scratch and pull at his hair, gripping and holding his face between my legs.
His palms come up underneath, and he slips his fingers between us, opening me wider, dipping into the wet slick of his spit and pushing it into me with two fingers as I cry out.Fucking me like that as he sucks my clit just the way I need it.
Fuck, I’m so close already.
Heat is pouring off my skin, and yet I’m trembling, shaking with pleasure and chasing his mouth for more.I need more.I need all of him.
“Lucky, wait, please.”
He pulls back, wipes his mouth on my thigh.“What is it?What do you need?”
He’s fucking art like this.On his knees, eyes blazing, hair a mess.He’s organized and thoughtful and a menace with that mouth.I don’t know how I’m supposed to ignore it now, knowing exactly how talented it is, how gorgeous he looks, soaked in me.
“I need you to fuck me.”
He hums, dives in for one more taste.
Ah fuck.Damn it, he needs to stop that, or I’m going to come, and I need him inside of me.
He stands, pulling a condom from somewhere—I don’t care—and I’m so glad he’s a planner, that he thought ahead to this and knew we’d need something close, that I wouldn’t be able to wait because he’s lifting me up effortlessly and pushing his thick cock inside of me, and it’s glorious.
“Fuck, love.”
Yes, please.
