She tasted like champagne and chocolate, sweet and rich and everything I’d been starving for. My hands found her waist, fingers pressing into the fabric of her dress, and she made this small sound in the back of her throat that made my dick jump.
I pulled back just enough to catch my breath, forehead resting against hers.
“Don't stop. I want whatever is going to happen tonight,” she whispered, breathless.
That was all I needed.
I kissed her again, deeper this time, my tongue sweeping into her mouth while my hands roamed her back, her sides, and the curve of her waist. She shivered under my touch, and I felt her fingers curl into my shoulders, pulling me closer even though there was no space left between us.
Weeks of wanting, of holding back, of wondering if this moment would ever come—all of it snapped tight in one perfect, desperate ass kiss. Her lips moved against mine, she fed me her tongue, tickling the roof of my mouth occasionally. That shit was driving me fuckin crazy. It felt like we'd done this a thousand times before instead of just now crossing the line.
When we finally broke apart, both of us breathing hard, she looked at me with those wide eyes, lips swollen, and I knew I was under her spell with no end for the foreseeable future.
“Tonight has been perfect, baby. So perfect.”
Hearing how she enjoyed the night made me lean back. She was even more beautiful when she wasn’t trying to be tough. We were like puddy in each other's hands.
“Thank you, gorgeous.” My hands roamed while we kissed—down her spine, over her hips, gripping her thighs, her soft ass.
“You’re welcome, handsome,” she whispered, rolling her hips.
“Halo,” I warned, and she did it again. I felt my dick getting harder beneath her. She didn’t say anything, only kissed me again, deeper this time,and I gave up trying to be the responsible one. If nothing else, I was eating some pussy tonight. I’d been dying to find out if she tasted how she smelled.
My hands slid higher, found the hem of her dress, and traced the edge. She gasped when my fingers brushed the inside of her thigh, and I pulled back to look at her.
“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
That’s all I needed to hear. I kissed her neck, her collarbone, that spot behind her ear that made her shiver. My hands continued their exploration until my thumb brushed against soaked lace.
“Fuck,” I breathed. “You wet for me, Angel?”
“Yes,” she whimpered. “You did this on purpose.”
“What did I do besides show you a good time?”
I hooked my finger under the lace, pulled it aside, and slid my finger in and out of her wet pussy. She was so wet, so ready, and the sound she made when I found her clit fucked my head up.
“Oh shit,” she gasped, head falling back, walls clenching around my fingers.
“I got you,” I murmured, working my fingers in and out, over her clit, and then repeating the movements. Watching her face as she fell apart would live rent-free in my head until I found something else to obsess over. “Let me take care of you.”
She nodded, moaning as I used my other hand to flick the hard nipples pebbling through her dress.
I wanted more. Needed more.
I eased her off my lap, and she made a sound of protest until she realized what I was doing. I knelt in front of her, pushed her dress up to her waist, and looked down at her.
“This okay?” I asked, hands on her thighs, face close to her.
“Yes,” she breathed into my mouth. “God, yes.”
I placed a soft kiss on her lips and moved her to the edge of the bench, spreading her legs. I took a moment to appreciate the view. Pink lace covering a pretty pussy. Brown skin. And her, looking down at me with her eyes half-lidded and her lips parted in anticipation.
“You so fucking sexy,” I said, wasting no time diving in. I licked and nibbled on her pearl through the lace first, teasing, making her squirm. I didn’t want anything to hinder me. I slid her panties down over her knees, remnants of how wet she was trailed on her leg and I licked it up, savoring the taste. Once her panties were off, I slid them into my pocket. Before she could protest, my head was back between her legs, lapping up her juices. She tasted better than I’d imagined. Sweet and salty. Perfect.
“Oh my God,” she gasped, hands flying to my head.
I took my time and learned what she liked. The pressure she needed, the rhythm that made her moan, the spot that made her thighs shake.
