Alyss inhales when I flick the button on her jeans open and drag them down her legs. My eyes skate over her bare skin, appreciating the strip of pale gold hair that covers her. Leaving the jeans halfway down, I kneel, leaning forward and pressing my lips against her.
Lower.
A low moan slips from her as my tongue slides up the crease of her pussy. I use one hand to spread her open, to look at her. My other hand cups her ass when she shifts. “Let me look at you. Please.”
Let me remember this.
She stills.
The only sound is her breathing, faster now, as I lave my tongue directly over her little swollen clit. Slowly. Savoring.
“Hatter.” Her hands move to my hair. She runs her fingers through it as I lick her. I savor the taste of honey on my tongue, savor the little sighs and moans she makes as I keep running my tongue over her bud, flicking at it.
Alyss shudders beneath my touch, her grip on my hair tightening.
Pausing, I glance up at her as my tongue chases her taste on my lips. She watches the movement, her eyes dilated and cheeks flushed.
“I want you inside me.”
“Soon.” I reach for her jeans, peeling the denim carefully over her shoes.
She raises her heel-clad foot. “Let me take these off.”
But my hand wraps around her ankle, stopping her.
“No. Leave them on.” I study the shining black heels for a moment. “I want to see you in them.”
I stay on my knees, hands clasping her thighs as she looks down at me. I’m still fully clothed, Alyss bared to me aside from the heels, and her lip curls up into a smile. “This doesn’t feel entirely fair, you know.”
“It will.” I want to feel her skin against mine, but that will come later. She moves back at my urging, turning to face the window.
Smoothing my hands over her lower back, the cheeks of her ass, I nudge her legs apart. “Spread. Hands on the window, Alyss Lidell.”
Her breathing speeds at that, but she follows the direction. I drag her hips toward me until she’s leaning forward, her bare body pressing against the glass as she shivers beneath my touch. “What are you doing?”
“Looking at you.” Her exposed pussy glistens as I greedily run my eyes over it. “Plump and pink and begging for a cock.”
She stiffens, arches, as I trace my finger up her slit, gathering the wetness and slipping it between my lips, tasting her. “Delicious.”
“I’m ready.” She shakes beneath me as I slide a finger, two, into her. “Enough.”
Never.
The word hovers on my tongue but I pull it back. She’s right. We’re on a countdown, and I… Iforgot, for a second. Enchanted with her, with the taste of her, with the way her body flexes for me in the dim glow of the city lights beneath us, I fucking forgot.
But I want to feel her come apart under my mouth.
“You’re dangerous, Alyss Lidell,” I murmur. Before she can respond, I bury my face in her cunt, licking and twisting and fucking her with my tongue until she’s shaking and moaning beneath me.
Her release is sweet on my tongue, and I drink it down until she rips herself away. Her legs tremble as I steady her and get to my feet. Blue gray eyes, turbulent and heated, fix on me. “Your turn. Clothes off. And a bed.”
Pushing my braces off my shoulders, I almost rip my shirt in my desperation as I follow her through the dark space. Her pale skin gleams as she strides into the bedroom, my feet inches behind her as I kick off my trousers, my underwear.
We tumble down onto the bed, not bothering to pull the bedding back in a tangle of limbs and heat. Her mouth is everywhere – my neck, my throat, licking over my nipples and chasing the path of brown hair down until she slides her hand down to clasp my cock.
It leaps beneath her touch, my groan filling the darkness as she seals her pink lips around my head. Hot suction tightens my entire body as I push my hands into her hair, holding it back to see, to watch as Alyss uses her hands and mouth to drive me out of my fuckingmindwith want for her.
My release threatens too quickly. Pulling away, I roll us across the large space of her bed until she’s looking up at me, mouth parted. My cock presses against her entrance, but I wait.
