She nods and lies on her back. Waiting. I haven’t removed her bra yet, but I really want to take my time getting there.
I support my weight on one arm, so my other hand is free to stroke her collarbone and neck. I kiss her throat and her sternum, warming her body with my breath and heat until she squirms under my touch, and I know she’s wanting more.
I trail my fingertips along the top of her bra cup, pressing lightly over the tip of her nipple that’s desperately trying to break its way through the fabric to get to me. I pinch her softly, watching for her body’s pleasure tell. She gasps and her legs quiver at the gentle pressure, so I try again, harder this time.
“Oh God,” she pants.
Fuck. I haven’t even touched her yet, and she’s crying out to heaven? Chloe is going to be more fun than I’ve had in a long time.
I ease the cup away from one of her breasts, pushing the fabric down so her nipple peeks out. The rosy tip is dark, hard, and thick, and just seeing it makes me want to bite down and suck deep, but I start slow, licking and flicking the tender skin with the tip of my tongue. She weaves her fingers through my hair and presses my head closer, but I want to take my time. Watch her passion ratchet up until she’s explosive.
I lift my head away from her breast and she whimpers in displeasure, but she’s quickly changing her tune as I lock my mouth on to that rosy bud and suck it deep into my mouth.
Her hips jerk and her hands are back in my hair as I work my tongue in leisurely circles around the dark areola, stopping only to nip the erect tip between my teeth and suck it long and hard into my mouth.
Her legs are quivering by the time I get to the other breast. I climb over her body, but instead of coming to rest on her other side, I anchor my weight above her as I straddle her hips. I grind lightly against her, and she rolls her eyes back in her head and slams her lids shut.
Her breasts are full, and I cup one in my hand, feeding her nipple into my mouth. I suck this side harder, leaving a wet mark and a faint pink color when I lift my mouth to check on her.
“This good?” I ask.
She slams her eyes open and grips the blankets between tight fingers. “Don’t you dare freaking stop.”
I laugh and leave her perfect nipples pointing at the ceiling, her bra cups shoved down near the band, as I move to the foot of the bed. I kneel beside her and run my fingers up and down her thighs, kneading the muscles until her mouth falls open and little purrs of pleasure escape from between her lips.
I gently open her legs. “I want to look at you,” I say, warning her. I spread her knees wide and settle between her legs. I can see the tiny hairs on her thighs are pebbled and her fingers are still clenched tight, but she looks blissed out. With her nipples exposed and erect, I could sink myself deep and blow my wad in seconds, but I’m not sure I’m even going to fuck her. I’m having way too much fun exploring.
I palm both of her thighs on my way higher, then I scoot closer between her legs so I can see her pussy. With one hand, I smooth the trimmed hair, getting her used to my touch. She sighs until I take two fingers and stroke her drenched seam. She bucks against the mattress lightly, but I use my other hand on her belly to still her.
When I brush the right spot, she jerks and releases a moan that sends a bolt of electricity to my cock. I’m dripping at the tip now, my cock so fucking hard it’s difficult to get comfortable on my belly, but I’m too focused on discovering all her buttons to stop. Her legs open even wider, and I encourage her.
“That’s it,” I say, the scent of her arousal making my mouth water.
I work my thumb in gentle circles, watching how she writhes beneath me, her thighs tense, her breathing ragged, and I work my fingers inside little by little. She’s grinding her hips so hard, trying to draw me deeper inside, that she’s practically slamming her body down on my fingers. But I want to be the one to bring her pleasure. I want to control when she comes, how hard, how long, so I can watch her fall apart and come back together.
“Open your legs wider,” I tell her.
I don’t move my hand from her pussy, but I use the other hand to lift the knee closest to me a little higher. She follows my lead, bending her knees so her feet are on the mattress and then letting her legs fall open.
I lower my face to her inner thigh and lick and kiss her while I stroke her clit with increasingly firm pressure. My fingers are soaked but nowhere near fully inside her yet, and she’s jerking her hips rhythmically like she’s chasing her own private high.
When I know she’s close to spilling over the edge, I slide my fingers deep inside her and piston my arm so I can move in and out without ever fully taking my fingers from her body. My fingers are all the way inside, while my thumb works her clit, and together, my hand cups her sex and strokes and fucks her. I take my time, the only rush the one I’ll get when I finally make her scream.
“Oh fuck, Franco.”
She’s off then, riding the wave, lost to the pleasure my fingers and mouth brought her. I can feel every spasm of her climax against my fingers and in my hair because she’s grabbed my head with both hands as she thrashes beneath me.
She slows quietly and comes to a panting rest just as I gently pull my fingers from her pussy. She struggles to open her eyes, but she does, and I stare at her as I slide one finger and then the other into my mouth.
“I want to tasteyou,” she says, quiet determination in her voice.
“I’m all yours. Do with me as you please.”
I hold her in my arms for what seems like a second before she’s up on her knees. She unclasps her bra and tosses it aside. My boxer briefs are off and chasing her bra into a corner of my room while she leans back on her heels.
“Franco,” she says quietly, her voice fragile.
“Yeah?”
