I carry her to my bedroom and gently lower her onto the bed. She sprawls out, hair fanning across the sheets, her skin stained with a flush. She’s stunning—like something out of a dream. Every curve of her body begs to be worshipped.
“You’re so beautiful, it hurts,” I tell her.
“So are you,” she says.
I crawl towards her until I’m settled between her legs. Lowering myself, I take a lace-covered nipple into my mouth and swirl my tongue over the sensitive peak as I knead her plump flesh. She latches onto my hair, pinning me in place.
My free hand trails down her stomach until I reach the edge of her thong. I’m unbelievably hard. Her breathing hitches, and I release her nipple. Slowly, I slip my fingers beneath the lace, running them softly along the seam of her warm slit. She’s completely bare and fucking soaked.
“Is this all for me?” I ask.
“Yes,” She says on a breath.
Her hips push against my hand, a silent plea. I obey, gliding my fingers through her centre to find her clit swollen and ready. Gently, I begin to circle it with my thumb. Her lips part, completely lost in the sensation as I continue the slow, teasing rhythm.
“Do you want more?”
“Yes,” she says, fisting the sheets.
“What do you need, sweetheart?”
“I … I need …”
“Does this sweet pussy need my fingers?”
“Oh God, yes.” Her voice trembles as her knuckles turn white, gripping the sheets. Her back arches and a low moan escapes her lips.
“Fuck, April. Look at you.” The sight of her like this—so responsive, so lost in the pleasure—makes me fucking wild. My middle finger circles her entrance, eliciting another long moan from her. Slowly, I push into her wet heat until I’m knuckle-deep. Her eyes flutter shut as she tightens around me.
She’s tight and hot.
“Open your eyes.”
Her eyes snap open and her lips part as I slide another finger inside her, feeling her stretch and clench around me as I press firmly against that sweet spot, rubbing it in slow strokes.
I can’t take it anymore.
Watching her body respond to my touch stirs something primal within me.
I need my mouth on her.
My hand hesitates before pulling away, her startled gaze landing on mine. I smirk, reaching for her panties, hooking my fingers under the elastic and sliding them down her shapely legs. I throw them over my shoulder and lower myself, dropping a kiss to her ankle. I take my time, nipping, licking, and sucking on her supple skin until I reach the tender juncture of her thighs. Her teeth sink into her plush lower lip as I part her, exposing her delicious pussy—wet, ready, and irresistible.
“So fucking pretty.” A low groan rumbles from my chest.
I’m met with the overwhelming urge to claim her, mark her, so everyone knows she’smine. I want to fill this greedy littlepussy with my seed, watch it spill out of her, then fill her up again.
I dip my head, ghosting my lips over her pussy without touching, teasing her with all the restraint I can muster.
“Please, James.”
I drag my tongue in a firm, deliberate stroke from her entrance to her clit. Her head drops back, and a shuddering cry falls from her lips as I dive deeper into my ministrations. She tastes fucking incredible. My fingers join in, sliding through her folds as I flick my tongue back and forth. She mewls, grinding against me. I push three fingers inside, and she clasps her legs around my shoulders. Her body tightens.
She’s close—I can feel it.
“Fuck,” she gasps. “James.”
I groan against her pussy as she shamelessly rides my mouth.
