A throaty moan escaped her at the touch.
It was followed by an almost choked sound as my fingers tracked downward then slipped inside her pussy.
Her tight walls closed around my fingers as I pressed my palm flat against her cleft to engage her clit.
My gaze held hers in the mirror as I nipped her earlobe.
“Look how sexy you are when my fingers are inside you,” I murmured. A dark smile split my face as her pussy tightened at my words.
There was no holding myself back then.
I thrust hard and fast, driving her up and toward that edge in just a few short minutes.
Her thighs were shaking.
Her moans had become frantic gasps for air.
Then she came, hard, her whole body shuddering.
My arm anchored around her stomach, holding her against me as the orgasm rolled through her over and over.
I wasn’t done, though. Not yet.
As soon as her pussy stopped pulsing around my fingers, I dragged her backward and pressed her down onto the couch.
Her gaze went from confused to shocked as I lowered myself to the ground in front of her.
I leaned down, keeping eye contact as I lifted her thigh over my shoulder and pressed a kiss to the inside of her knee.
Then I moved slowly upward until I disappeared under her skirt. Until, finally, I could trace my tongue up her center. Thesweet taste of her desire flooded my tongue, dragging a groan out of me as I found her clit and started to circle it relentlessly.
Steph’s hands grabbed the back of my head, holding me to her like I had any intention of moving away, of stopping before she was moaning and writhing and coming so hard she saw white.
I found the pace and pressure she liked, then worked her relentlessly with it as her thighs crushed my head, as her hips rocked restlessly against me, as her whimpers became moans, then nothing but breathless pants as I drove her right to that edge, then sent her over.
Her thighs were still shaking as I kissed back down her thigh, then slid out from underneath her skirt.
Her eyes were heavy-lidded, her cheeks flushed.
I moved to sit down next to her, and she shifted, sliding down.
“No, babe.”
“No?” she asked, taken aback.
“Believe me, I’ve been thinking about it non-fucking stop. But I can’t have you messing up your makeup by choking on my cock.”
A whimper escaped her at that.
Then she was moving, sliding over to straddle me.
Her lips were on mine then. Hard, hungry.
It wasn’t long before her need was growing again, her hips rocking against my lap.
She moaned against my lips before pulling back.
Her eyes slid half-open.
