I carry her into the bedroom, even as I devour her lips with mine, our tongues tangled together.
She’s flexing her hips to help my hand slide over her little pussy and as hot as it is, I want to taste her.
I stop walking when my knees hit the bed and then I lay her down, tugging open the dress with a quick jerk.
“Did you buy me clothes just so you could ruin them?” she asks with a breathless giggle that has me grinning like the cat who got the milk.
“Maybe,” I rumble as I hold one of her hands over her head, the other tracing her side as I kiss a trail down her chest.
Her free hand tangles in my hair, scraping my scalp. I’m not sure why, but the fact that she gets a little rough when she gets excited just ratchets up the tension.
I tongue her nipple through her bra, and then start kissing lower, pressing my face into the softness of her belly before I work my way to the hem of her panties.
I don’t want to let her arm go, I like it above her head. So with one quick jerk, I rip the underwear away from her body.
I hear her gasp but I only smile. I bare my teeth, before I slide lower, using my shoulders to part her knees.
She’s dripping wet and so hot, I don’t start slow, I dive right in.
She cries out, her heels ramming into my back as she bucks her hips up to give more access.
I devour her, there’s no other word for it. I lick and suck, her whimpers and cries only egging me on as she grinds against my face.
It’s fast and it’s hot and when she screams out her orgasm, my satisfaction is interrupted by my driving need for more. More of her. More of this.
I rear up, catching her other hand and lifting it up overhead as I kiss her mouth with all the heated sloppiness I just used on her pussy.
She’s languid underneath me, her body open and relaxed as her head tips back, exposing her neck to me.
I kiss down its column, nipping at the pulsing vein in her neck. “Baby,” I growl out. Even now, worked up as I am, I’m not pushing inside her. But I need to cum.
Her legs wind around mine, pulling me deeper into the V of her thighs. I push back, shucking my pants down my legs, yanking my shirt over my head. She slides off the bed, landing on the carpet on her knees.
Her dress still hangs off her shoulders, torn down the middle but she doesn’t seem to notice or care as she plucks at the laces of my shoes.
But I’m past the point of taking them off. She’s on her knees in front of me, her mouth so close to my cock.
Without thinking, I slide my fingers into her hair, pulling the slightest bit to bring her face up, her eyes locking with mine.
“Baby,” I grit out between clenched teeth. And then I grip my cock by the shaft, brushing the leaking head over her soft fucking lips.
Yesterday, I kept holding myself back.
I was afraid to hurt her. But I know I also didn’t want to get too close to her. I’m good at that. Holding myself back from people.
But in this moment, I’m my raw fucking self. For better or worse, she’s getting all of me.
Sasha responds by opening her lips and suckling on the head of my cock.
My head tips back as a guttural moan rips from my throat. Tightening my grip in her hair, I feed her more, her soft lips opening as her jaw relaxes.
“That feels so good,” I grunt as she slides her mouth down my shaft, her tongue dancing over the sensitive side of my cock.
She looks up, her eyes meeting mine again and my balls boil with my cum. I can’t tear my gaze away as she takes more of me in, finally choking, before she pulls back.
I relax my grip on her hair, relieving the tension for a second before I tighten it again, telling her to take me back in.
She only hesitates for a moment before she follows my silent command, sliding down my cock until I hit the back of her throat.
