Her fiery eyes shot to mine, and she opened her mouth on a retort but snapped it shut as soon as my lips and tongue met her skin. I gathered her skirt in my hands, sliding it up her legs and pressing kisses along the revealed skin. Her ankle, her calf, behind her knee…nowhere near where she wanted me, and I was enjoying her squirm.
“Be a good girl and hold this for me,” I said, handing her the gathered material of her skirt. “I need to see if your pussy tastes as sweet as the rest of you.”
“I could do without the bossing, just FYI,” she said through panted breaths, her chest heaving with each inhale and exhale, but she still gripped her skirt and did as I told.
I brushed my nose along her inner thigh, my mouth watering over her scent. Blowing a gust of air directly over her pussy, I bypassed her clit and repeated the motion on her other leg, grinning at her answering whine.
When I finally swept my thumb over her slit, I hummed low in my throat, my cock jerking at how wet she was. “I’m not so sure about that. You’re fucking drenched, so it seems your pussy loves my bossing. Now sit back and shut up while I taste what I do to you.”
Whatever retort had probably been on the tip of her tongue cut off on a long, low moan when I spread her apart with my thumbs and flattened my tongue against her slit, groaning when her tangy sweetness invaded my senses. Jesus Christ, how could a little demon like her taste like fucking heaven?
I tongued her in long, deep strokes, sucking her into my mouth and soaking up every inch of her pussy. My cock was an angry, throbbing beast in my pants, desperate to get inside her. With my mouth still affixed to her, I held her open with one hand and undid my pants with the other, groaning in relief when my cock sprang free, thick and hard and pulsing with need as I wrapped my hand around and squeezed tight at the base.
“I think I’ve figured it out,” I said against her skin.
“What?” she asked through panting breaths, staring down at me from between her spread thighs.
“Your pussy’s soaked up all your sweetness, so that’s why you’re such a harpy all the time.”
“Oh my God.” She groaned on a laugh, tossing her head back as her inner thigh muscles fluttered against my ears, and an answering tug in my cock had me gripping myself harder. “I need less talking from you and more licking. Do you need a map to my clit?”
I pulled back, breathing a laugh against her, then very deliberately pressed my thumb exactly where she wanted me and didn’t move. “You tell me, lawbreaker. I thought this was going well, but if you’d rather I stop—”
“No! Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” She shifted her legs, hooking them over my shoulders and trying to work herself against my stationary digit until she finally sagged back with a whine.
Instead of giving her my mouth, I released my cock and slid two fingers inside her, pumping slowly and coating them with her wetness.
“Your tongue, too. Give me your tongue.”
I slipped my fingers from her and smacked them hard against her clit, my cock throbbing at her answering yelp. I pressed my hand to her, rubbing over her pussy with a soft caress and gathering her wetness on my fingers and palm. And then I reached down and gripped my cock again, groaning as I stroked her excitement all over my length.
“What’re you doing?” she asked, watching me with hooded eyes.
“Exactly what you think I’m doing. I’m so desperate to be inside you, I’m fucking my fist with the proof of just how much you’re loving this.” I leaned in, grasping my cock with a firm squeeze, and licked a featherlight path up her slit, only the whisper of pressure against her clit.
She moaned loud and long, her hips undulating with every slight pass of my tongue against her. “Please, Brady. Please just—”
“You like knowing that, don’t you?” I asked. “Knowing you’ve got me so worked up, I couldn’t even wait to get inside you.”
“Yes,” she panted, her eyes locked with mine. “But I need more. Give me more. God, please give me more.”
I tightened my fist at the base of my cock, holding firmly as her begging words rushed over me. “Just so we’re clear, I’m doing this because I want you to flood my mouth, not because you told me to.”
“Yes, yes, fine, whatever. Just please—”
I sucked her clit between my lips and slipped two fingers inside her pussy, as I gripped my cock with my other hand. Fuck, I was as hard as granite and ready to go off like a rocket. I couldn’t remember a time I’d ever been so desperate to be inside a woman like I was now. Like I was withthiswoman.
“Oh God. Brady, I’m— Fuck, I’m coming.” She released her hold on her skirt and pressed her hands to the back of my head, holding me to her. Eyes glazed, she parted her lips on a moan as she exploded around my fingers…against my tongue. And through it all, she stared down at me with a look of awed rapture while I devoured her whole.
The desire to be inside her was no longer a want. It was a need. A bone-deep yearning to slide into her and feel her clench around me, all while she melted at my touch. Before she could even catch her breath, I stood and shucked off the rest of my clothes. Then I gathered her to me and carried her the few feet to the sliding glass doors that looked out over the ocean.
I set her down on her feet, spun her to face outside, and pressed her against the slider with a palm between her shoulder blades. Her hair was damp, still dripping down the small of her back, her tits bare and pressed to the glass.
She turned her face toward me, but it was too dark to read her expression. The hall light didn’t reach this far, and only pitch blackness greeted us outside. Waves crashed against the shore as rain battered the roof and windows, echoing the harsh urgency thrumming through my veins. I needed inside her, needed to be surrounded by her. Needed to finally quench this thirst I seemed to have for her.
I rucked up her skirt, gathering it in my fists as I slipped my cock between her thighs, sliding it back and forth against her soaked pussy lips. Groaning at how wet she was. How hot. How needy for me.
Lightning flashed outside, showing off her perfect body. Her back was arched, hands pressed to the glass on either side of her head, ass tipped up as she canted her hips toward me, swiveling them as if in search of something. As if in search ofme.
