I sit forward, resting my forearms on my knees as I gaze up at her. “The feeling’s mutual, Gee. Very fucking mutual.”
With both of our souls exposed, Giselle continues stripping herself bare, her hands reaching out to grip my broad shoulders to steady herself as she gets her tight trousers stuck around her ankles.
If it was any other woman I might have a different opinion, but Giselle somehow still makes it looks sexy, even if she’s giggling to herself.
When she goes to climb back onto my lap, I stop her with a shake of my head, taking her hand, rubbing once over the gold band.
“Outside, you promised me I could have you, whichever way I wanted, remember?”
Giselle’s head bobs up and down.
“Good. Get on the sofa, hands and knees.”
The leather cushions of my sofa emit a breath of air as Giselle crawls onto them, palms flat, her glossy hair falling over one shoulder as she turns to peer back at me – all big doe eyes and pouty lips.
I can hear the blood rushing between my ears, my heart thundering in my chest.
Even my mouth is slightly dry as I roam my gaze over her figure, taking in the long, lean, length of her limbs, perfectly sculpted with muscle, from the strong strength of her toned arms to the exquisitely crafted lifted lines highlighting her glutes.
Giselle’s body is a work of art.
And I intent to worship it for as long as she’ll let me.
Forever, if possible.
The thought makes my stomach flip, turning inside out, before it rights itself.
My heart and my head, however, appear to be in agreement with one another; sending a ripple of excitement through my nervous system to replace that quick pang of fear.
“I thought you we’re going to touch me.”
I blink at Giselle’s words, licking my lips and clenching my jaw to force myself back into the present moment.
“I’m going to do so much more than touch you,” I all but scoff, standing to my full height so I can tower above Giselle, but still be close enough that I can reach out my hand to caress the thin skin covering the ladder of her ribs.
I follow the path of my hand with my eyes, watching as she shivers, goosebumps erupting over her soft skin in the wake of my touch.
When I get to her arse, I can’t help but squeeze, one cheek and then the other, gripping the thick flesh to see it ripple and move. I want to watch her arse bounce while I plough into her from behind, my hipbones kissing her flesh until all that can beheard is the slapping of our skin joining together and screams of ecstasy.
But I have to be patient.
I need to warm Giselle up first.
Without warning, I place both of my hands on Giselle’s arse, using the pressure of my fingertips to pull her flesh apart, putting her on display for my pleasure.
She gasps, oh so darkly, the sweet hole of her arse twitching as I purse my lips and blow out a bubble of cool air.
I watch, intently, as the pink satin seam of her pussy pulses too, a smear of wetness coating her inner thighs visible now I have her sitting pretty.
I’m almost sure I’ve died and gone to heaven when I part her lips with my pointer and middle finger, creating an upside-down V shape for her clit to nestle between the web of my fingers, exposing a single droplet of Giselle’s pleasure about to drip from her slit.
Sticking my tongue out as far as I can get it, I lean down, my forehead resting on the curve of her arse while I catch her pleasure with my mouth, not willing to waste a drop.
Giselle whimpers, one of her hands reaching backwards to fist the strands of my hair, keeping me there.
It’s hard not to oblige her, especially when she tastes as addictive as she does. I lick and suck, circling the tip of my tongue around her clit until I find the right rhythm which makes her toes curl and her hips stutter backwards, rutting against my face.
She comes with a groan of my name, her thighs tensing beneath my hands, while a burst of wetness explodes along my tastebuds.
