“Yes,” I rasp, and it falters a bit as she lifts her shirt up over her head, discarding it on the floor. My breath catches in mythroat to see that she’s not wearing a bra, her hardened peaks turning me on tenfold.
“Yeah?” she taunts. “How much?”
I’m nearly speechless as I gape up at her, unable to speak as she grasps my hands and brings them to her breasts, and I waste no time palming them as I sit up to press a wet kiss to her sternum. That earns me a heady sigh as she runs her fingers through my hair, holding me there as I lick over toward her tit, taking a nipple into my mouth and listening to that sigh turn into a moan. My hands slide down her body until they’re holding onto her waist, pulling her further against me as I lap and suckle on her.
Her fingers tighten in my hair as she rocks her hips, grinding against my abdomen, chasing that friction she needs to soothe the ache between her legs. And just as her thighs start to squeeze me harder, she’s shoving me back down on the bed, my chest heaving as I stare up at her, wide-eyed and a grin spreading along my lips.
“I asked how much,” Maeve says firmly, her hand splayed out on my chest, fingernails almost digging into the skin.
Oh shit.
That’s hot.
That’sreallyhot.
“A lot,” I tell her breathlessly.
She hums, reaching up to pull my glasses off with her other hand, tossing them away to the end of the bed. “A lot could mean a lot of different things,” she tsks, unbuttoning my jeans and pulling the zipper down, “I think you’ll have to be more specific, Clark.”
I swallow, my cheeks heating from being put on the spot.
She climbs off me as she looks at me expectantly, waiting for me to answer as she slides her pants off, standing in only herunderwear now. They’re a nude lace, and her tattooed body is a stark contrast to them, making my mouth dry as I take her in.
“I like you so much that I…” I trail off, licking my lips as my eyes travel up her body to meet her gaze. “I feel like I can’t breathe, s-sometimes.”
The penetrating gaze softens marginally as she takes a tiny step toward me, looking me over for a moment before grasping at my jeans to pull them down. My cock is already straining against my underwear, and yet, she doesn’t even bat an eye. She’s still just looking at me.
“I’m gonna ride you now, okay?”
My eyebrows raise as I shakily manage to say, “O-okay.”
Maeve climbs on top of me once more, crawling over my hips as she yanks my underwear down with ease, freeing my hard cock. I’m in a lust-filled trance as I watch her position herself until she’s hovering just over the tip, pulling her panties to the side and gathering some saliva in her fingers before reaching down to lube me up with it.
“Are you ready?” she breathes, teasing her entrance with the tip of my cock as she asks.
“Yes.”
Oxygen ceases to exist as she sinks down onto me, her head falling back as a groan leaves her lips, her grip tightening on her panties as she holds them against her inner thigh. She’s already squeezing me so tight with her cunt, I can’t help the raspy whine that fumbles from my mouth as she slides up and down a few times.
“Do that again,” she pleads, her other hand on my chest to balance herself as she rides me, “I want to hear you, Tate.”
She wants to hear you.
Stop holding your breath, stop holding back, shewantsto hear it.
My hands grip her hips, helping lift her up each time she bounces on my cock, not wanting her to work too hard. I do as she asks, letting every moan and whimper leave my lips without restraint, each one louder than the other, because I love the way her eyes roll back into her head at the sound of them.
“Just likethat,” she growls, quickening her pace as her hand leaves her panties to circle her clit.
I’m a goner, I think. If my racing heart, which somehow has to do with nothing that’s happening right now and only because I’m gaping up at her, watching how beautiful she is like this, isn’t proof of that, I don’t know what is. I look at her, and my heart reacts every time.
What does that mean?
I want to drive her crazy. I want her writhing so much on top of me that she can’t take it anymore. Ineedto hear those breathless moans leaving her lips. The feeling overpowers everything else in me, making any anxiety or lack of self-confidence fizzle away as something else takes its place. Something so all-consuming, I feel likeI’mgoing crazy.
“You’re so hot,” I whine out, one of my hands letting go of her hip to travel up her body, caressing every curve it can find before gently taking her neck in my fingers and pulling her down to me. Her lips smash into mine with a whimper, and as I swallow it down, I lift her up, thrusting into her and giving her a little break.
“Oh, fuck,” she squeaks, gritting her teeth as she takes every inch of me. “Fuck baby,yes. Harder.”
