“Doesn’t fuckin’ matter. I know what you do to me. I know what I want—what I need—and it sure as hell isn’t one night. I want to take my time exploring every inch of that sexy-ass body until I know just where to touch, where to lick, how to fuck you, to make you lose control. And I think you want that, too.”
Desire flared in her eyes, confirming my assumption. Her tongue snaked out and slid across her lower lip, drawing my attention. Suddenly, I needed to taste those lips, to suck on that tongue. I dropped my mouth to hers and licked the seam of her lips, silently requesting consent. She opened her mouth to me, and I plunged inside, tasting, playing, taking everything she offered.
My hands roamed up her T-shirt, sliding over her belly to cup her breasts. Her bra was in the way, so I unhooked it and slid the straps down over her arms. It got tangled in her shirt, and I didn’t want to fuck with it, so I released her mouth long enough to rip the whole thing over her head.
She stared at me, eyes wild, breathing shallow and erratic, lips plump and wet, so damn gorgeous.
My gaze dropped to her now exposed breasts. Soft, round, with light pink nipples that were beginning to pebble against the air, I could worship them all day. Tossing her shirt and bra aside, I palmed her tits and attacked her neck. She squirmed and giggled as my facial hair tickled her skin, and I roamed south, taking one nipple into my mouth while pinching the other one.
I was rough, but I watched her for clues to make sure I didn’t take it too far. As I sucked and squeezed, she threw her head back and moaned in obvious enjoyment. My little freak in the sheets liked it rough. Good, because in my current state, I needed full control of her body. I needed to drive her to the edge where pleasure met pain and watch her unravel so I could beat my chest and brag that I fucking did that to her.
Today, I’d lost control, and now I needed it back.
Giving her tits a break, I knelt in front of her and kissed my way down her belly to the top of her shorts. Sliding them and her panties down, I followed with my lips, over her luscious hips, down to her neat little landing strip.
I could smell her arousal, and it drove me crazy. By the time I reached her clit, I was so damn hard I could barely see straight. Determined to take care of her first, I pulled back her lower lips and focused all my attention on making her come.
Jessica’s hands roamed over my head and gripped my hair. She held me to her, either worried I wouldn’t finish the job or clinging to me for support. Her grasp was unnecessary and couldn’t do shit to prevent me from knocking her on her luscious ass. As I licked, sucked, and flicked at her little bundle of nerves, my fingers teased the entrance of her pussy. She started rocking her hips forward, against the pressure of my fingers. Relenting, I drove them inside of her and attacked her g-spot while continuing to suck on her clit. With my other hand, I reached around and slapped her ass.
Her climax was beautiful. Crying out my name, she squeezed my fingers inside her as her body went limp. Standing, I caught her, and picked her up, cradling her body in my arms. She started to object, but I found her lips again. She kissed me back, licking her own honey from my lips, making me impossibly harder. I needed to be inside of her. Now.
I couldn’t even make it into her room.
Setting her down, I bent her ass over the arm of the loveseat and retrieved a condom from my wallet. Dropping my pants and boxers, I wrapped myself up while taking a moment to admire her pale, heart-shaped ass. The faint outline of my handprint lingered, looking far sexier than a handprint should. Not wanting the other cheek to feel neglected, I slapped her ass again.
Jessica let out a little yelp. Rubbing her ass cheek to ease the sting, I lined up my cock and plunged into her soaking wet channel. She was so tight and hot that I saw goddamn stars. After giving myself a second, I slowly pulled out before slamming into her again.
She moaned.
“You like that?” I asked.
She nodded.
“Words, babe. Tell me you like the way I fuck you.”
“I like it. A lot.”
She was still so damn shy. God, I’d missed this. I slapped her ass again. “You like what?”
“I like the way you fuck me. Love it when you give it to me hard.”
Hearing her filthy language only spurred me on. Grabbing her shoulders for leverage, I slammed back into her. More wet heat coated my cock. “You like it hard like that?”
“Y-yes.”
I smacked her ass again and she moaned. Holy shit. I couldn’t wait to try out the flogger and handcuffs on her. Just thinking about it almost made me blow my load. Her body was my favorite playground, and I wanted to touch and lick everywhere at once.
“I wish I could clone myself, Jess. That way I could fuck your mouth, your pussy, and suck on your tits all at once. I want all of you.”
She moaned again, and the sound went straight to my cock.
“These handprints on your nice white ass are the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” I rubbed her ass cheek again. “You like being spanked, don’t you, babe?”
“Yes. Fuck me, Spade.”
Dropping my hands to her hips, I did as she commanded, pounding her pussy until she came again. Then I finally let myself go, cried out my release, and collapsed on top of her. Spent and content for the first time in weeks, I didn’t want to pull out or release her. Instead, I pushed us over the arm and into the cushions of the loveseat. Still connected, I held her against me.
Somehow this seemed more personal than sex.
