“Me?” Blake shakes his head, propping himself up so he can peer down at me. “I don’t think so. It was all you, sunshine.”
My nipples tighten into points at the use of his nickname for me.
Flopping onto my back, I squeeze my thighs together, a wicked bolt of heat flashing through my pussy as mental images of last night filter through my mind. “I was in the kitchen getting a glass of water first.”
“Maybe. But it wasyouwho jumped on me.”
I pop my shoulders, schooling my features into an air of nonchalance. “Can you blame me? You’re hot and your cock is huge; why wouldn’t I jump on you at every chance?”
If I wasn’t looking directly at him, I might have missed the slight blush staining Blake’s cheeks.
He chokes out something between a laugh and a groan, bending down to press his lips to mine. “You’re a handful, you know that?”
I don’t deny it, instead I wrap my arms around his neck, my legs around his waist and fall into the giddy sensation running through my entire being. I don’t bother to even hide the grin dancing across my wicked mouth.
“Like you’re one to talk,” I retort, reaching down to squeeze Blake’s cock, which is already thick and hard against the junction of my thigh and bikini line. “You’re more than a handful. Not that you’re ever going to hear me complaining about that.”
He kisses me like he’s trying to devour me whole, pining me to the mattress with his muscular body. A giddy shiverrumbles through me knowing I’m at his mercy, unable to get away, having to take whatever he gives me.
I part my legs when Blake’s hand reaches the apex of my bare thighs, his lips mouthing at my neck, my jawline, my chest, sure to leave behind red and purple marks. He spreads my pussy apart with his fore and middle finger, trailing down to gather my slick and then gliding back up to circle my swollen clit. I bark out a helpless groan, baring my neck and tipping my head back into the plush pillow beneath me.
“I like you spread out for me,” Blake mumbles against my skin, sliding a blunt finger inside of me while his thumb traces shapes on my bundle of nerves. “I might just keep you here. Like this. Would you like that, sunshine?”
When I gush around his finger, he raises his head to smirk down at me, usually kept brunette strands all mussed up.
“I guess that’s my answer.”
“Cocky bastard,” I utter before my breath is stolen from my lungs.
Adding a second finger, Blake crooks them until he hits that spongy spot hidden against my front wall that makes my legs spasm. The pad of his thumb doesn’t let up strumming across my clit, his lips closing around my hard nipple and sucking. Hard.
I whimper, toes curling in his sheets, hips bucking up to meet each crook of Blake’s fingers.
I’m so wet I can hear the sound of my pussy gripping him greedily, which only seems to spur him on.
Not one to be outdone, I wrap my palm around Blake’s hard cock resting against my lower stomach, taking pleasure in the pained hiss I pull from his mouth.
He bites down harder on my breast in retaliation, speeding his fingers up until I’m nothing but a moaning, panting mess, unable to make my hand move up and down.
Instead, I grip Blake’s hip, nails digging into the plush curve of his arse.
“Ah, fuck.I’m coming—”
Wetness smears across my upper thighs, dripping down Blake’s knuckles. He keeps a steady pressure on my front wall and clit, prologuing my orgasm for as long as I’ll let him before I snap my legs shut with a cry.
Groaning into my collarbone, he pulls his fingers out of me, trailing my wetness along my stomach, around my tummy button and up to my tits. He coats each sensitive nipple, before diving down to suck the taste of me off my skin, while his fingers slide past my lips.
He presses down against the flat of my tongue, allowing me to taste myself and then sealing his mouth on mine.
We’re a flurry of kisses, wandering hands squeezing any piece of flesh they can find, until I finally regain enough feeling in my legs to wrap around his trim waist and flip us over until I’m on top.
I don’t bother with hovering – Blake will only pull me down – allowing the cradle of his muscular thighs to hold my body weight.
While he buries his face in my chest, I make a grab for the box of condoms sitting on his nightstand, ripping one from the strip, tearing it and rolling it down Blake’s hard length. He watches my every movement as I raise up onto my knees, holding him steady at his base to line myself up, before sinking down slowly, taking every inch.
Our pleasured groans echo across the walls of his bedroom, another whole-body shiver wracking me at how full I feel. I squeeze my eyes shut tight, flattening my palms against Blake’s stomach to keep myself steady when I begin to move atop of him.
“God, you feel so fucking good inside of me,” I mumble,too lost in my own ecstasy to give much thought to what I’m saying; the words simply rolling from my tongue.
