The sight of her, half-dressed in that emerald silk, with those legs parted for me, sends a thrill ricocheting down to thebase of my spine. I run my hands up her thighs, feeling her skin prickle with anticipation with every inch of skin I cover.
“Oh, Valentin!” she sighs in that husky little voice, and when I look up, I see she’s thrown her head and back loose against the couch, getting comfortable as she widens her legs for me.
I look between her legs, at her dark arousal, and I’m no longer a man in his senses. I take a deep breath, taking my fill of her scent, and then I drive my neck forward, tasting her with a long, slow lick that makes her gasp.
She's already wet for me, and knowing she wants me as badly as I want her makes me want to shake the ground beneath her feet.
I circle her clit with my tongue, teasing at first, then with more pressure as her hips begin to move against my mouth. She tastes sweet and tangy, and I could stay here forever, drinking her in.
When I slide a finger inside her, she cries out, her back arching off the couch. I add another, curling them just so, while my tongue continues to flick around her.
“Valentin,” she moans as her legs start to quiver. “Oh God, don't stop.”
I have no intention of stopping.
I watch her from below, entranced by the sight of her with her neck thrown back, that dress hiked up, those breasts heaving with each breath.
Her hands find my hair, guiding me, holding me where she likes me most.
I feel her tightening around my fingers, her thighs tensing on either side of my head. She's close. I suck her clit between mylips and flick my tongue rapidly, and that’s when I know I’ve hit the bull’s eye.
She cries out my name as she crashes over the edge, her hips bucking against my face. Her thighs tremble like she’s lost every muscle, and I work her through it, gentling my touch as the last of her orgasm passes.
When I finally look up, her face is flushed, and her eyes are glazed with ecstasy. She reaches for me then and pulls me up by the shoulders. I rise, meeting her lips, letting her taste herself on me.
“God, Valentin, I need to fuck you,” she whispers out her dirty little secret.
“Me too,” I growl against her lips, already reaching for my belt. Within seconds, I’m naked through and through.
She mewls when she takes my cock in her hand, feeling the weight of it, tracing the veiny map of it. When her fingers wrap around the length, I nearly damn lose my mind.
I look down at her and she, at me. This beautiful, half-naked woman with nothing but a dress pooled at her waist, and I groan at the sight of her.
I push a hand to the back of her head, cradling it as I lay her down beneath me on the couch, covering her body with mine. She wraps her legs around my waist, guiding me to her entrance, but I stop there for a second, just taking it all in.
Her hands reach for my ass, and she pulls me closer, until my tip is right there at the gates of her, and the feel of her nails digging into my ass sends a bolt of current straight to my balls.
I push into her slowly, watching her face as she takes all of me. The feeling is indescribable—tight, wet heat enveloping me inch by inch. When I'm fully seated, we both let out a groan.
I begin to move, slowly at first, then faster as she urges me on with her hands on my back, her heels digging into my ass.
“Harder,” she pants. “Please, harder, Valentin.”
I grab her thighs and push them wider, changing the angle so I can thrust deeper. She throws her arms above her head, gripping the edge of the couch, her nails digging into the velvet as I pound into her.
The sight of her beneath me, completely flushed with ecstasy, is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. I want to remember every detail from the way her eyes flutter closed when I hit that spot deep, deep under her clit, to the soft sounds she makes at every pound.
“Oh my god, Valentin,” she moans, her chest heaving with breathless little pants. “I'm close. So fucking close.”
“God, ride it, Gela Jones. Feel everything,” I groan and fuck so hard that the sweat starts to bead around my forehead.
I reach between us and find her clit with my thumb, circling it to meet the timing with my thrusts.
I begin to feel her flutter, tighten, pulse. She’s on the edge now. We’re talking just seconds, here.
“Come for me, Gela,” I urge. “Let me feel you.”
A few more seconds in, she breaks out with a cry, and her body arches off the couch. Her entire body’s jelly. Her legs tremble, she’s breathing like she’s run a marathon, and the feel of her clenching around me pushes me over the edge.
