“You just watched me…”
“I’m sorry,” I blurted out quickly.
Skye worried her bottom lip. It wasn’t helping my situation. Spying the throw rug hanging on the back of the couch, I shuffled over and grabbed it before pulling it around my waist, fisting the material at my hip.
“Did you… did you…”
“What, Skye? Did I what?”
The beautiful red blush was creeping out from under the towel and up her neck before staining her cheeks.
Adjusting the towel, Skye was trying to retreat into herself but there was obviously something she wanted to ask me. And given what had just happened, I’d answer anything. I fucking owed her for not kneeing me in the balls for being a creep, or worse.
“Did-you-like-it?” she rushed out. At least I think that’s what she said.
“Did I like it?” I repeated needing to clarify.
When Skye nodded, she looked almost innocent, with her long lashes and her face scrubbed free of makeup. She was completely exposed and vulnerable and I wasn’t going to take advantage of that. I’d already fucked up enough tonight.
“You’re asking me if I liked watching you get yourself off? If I liked watching you play with your tits? If I liked watching you fuck yourself with that thing? If I liked watching you shatter into a million pieces? If I liked hearing you moan my name as you pushed your fingers deep inside your wet pussy and come harder than you ever had? Then yes. Hell yes. Fuck yes. There’s only one thing that would’ve made it even better,” I told her honestly, dropping the throw rug and stepping towards her, well aware that my rock-hard dick was on display and pointing straight out at her.
“Wh-what’s that?” she panted breathlessly, taking a step towards me before dropping the towel and, standing there smelling like sex, wearing nothing more than the hottest purple bra I’d ever seen and a coy smile.
I didn’t answer.
I didn’t have words.
The sight of her standing there before me looking like every guy's wet dream was too much for my male brain to comprehend.
Instead I prowled towards her, cupping her head in my hands and slamming my mouth down over hers. The taste of my minty toothpaste mixed with her cherry sweetness had me seeing stars and when her nails bit into my shoulders, a desperate, guttural groan was torn from the back of my throat.
When she took control of the kiss, slipping her tongue in my mouth, the heat level rose to epic proportions. I couldn’t get enough. I was horny as fuck and had a hot woman in my arms. Pulling my mouth away, I sucked in a needed breath before kissing my way down the column of her throat before sucking on the top of her tits. Tits I’d been staring at and dreaming about for days.
Skye buried her fingers in my hair, tugging on the strands, leaving me feeling the burn all the way to my weeping dick. Holding me against her, I nibbled and sucked and teased, flicking the pad of my thumb across her nipple through its lacy cage, earning me a loud groan. Taking my cues from her, I sucked her nipple into my mouth, circling my tongue around the hardened nub.
I could smell Skye’s arousal as I explored further down her body, tracing every dip and hollow with my tongue, loving how responsive she was to my every move. The small squeaks and moans that escaped her delicious lips as well as the way she quivered under my touch told me exactly what she liked and I was quickly learning Skye wasn’t one to hold back.
Dropping to my knees, I pressed my face against her pussy and breathed her in, reaching down and stroking my cock as I did.
“Hayden…” My name fell from her lips like a plea.
I wanted to torture her. I wanted to tease her. I wanted to push her right to the edge, but I was too far gone. Nudging her feet apart with my knees, I wedged my shoulders between her thighs and with the first swipe of my tongue along her slit, I tasted heaven.
Feasting on Skye was my pleasure. She was delicious and so sensitive that when I slid a finger inside her, her walls clamped down around me and my dick wept. Skye’s hands were holding my head against her as she started to fuck my face, using me as she chased the orgasm she needed. Adding a second finger, she moaned against the intrusion but came with a flood, her juices dripping off my chin. When she went to step away, I held her firm, lapping up everything she had to give.
“Hayden,” Skye murmured my name and I looked up at her from where I was on my knees, knuckles still deep inside her pussy while she shivered.
“Mmm,” I hummed around her very sensitive clit, setting off another orgasm.
“Hayden!” This time she snapped my name forcefully and I sat back on my haunches wiping my chin with the back of my hand.
“Yeah?” I asked proudly, smacking my lips together, the taste of Skye on my tongue.
“I need you to…”
“Need me to what, Skye? Say it and it’s yours,” I promised hoping she wasn’t about to walk away and leave me with the worst case of blue balls known to man. I may have jacked off twice in the last hour but surrounded by Skye’s scent, seeing her O face, tasting her, I needed more.
A look crept across her face and I was slightly scared of what was coming next. It was a combination of mischief and lust and something I couldn’t place. “I need you to fuck me. I need you to fuck me hard and I need you to do it right now.”
