“You were. But I know how to fix that,” I told her as I lifted her up and set her down on the counter before wedging my hips between her knees. There was no way she was getting the friction she needed to scratch the itch. If she wanted it rectified, then she was going to have to beg. Just thinking of Skye on her knees, lips wrapped around my cock had me almost coming in my pants.
One of the things I’d come to admire about Skye was her take-no-prisoners attitude. If she wanted something, she asked for it. Demanded it even. When she popped the button on her top, I attacked her again and didn’t stop until I had her quivering beneath me, her taste on my tongue, and her thighs clamped around my head, pinning me in place.
When her legs fell slack, I stood up and looked down at her. Spread out on my kitchen counter, something I’d never look at in the same way again, I saw Skye. Completely open and exposed and beautiful. All the buttons on her shirt were undone, her lacy pale pink bra was yanked down under her tits propping them up and making them look like the most delicious meal. One I’d feasted on only minutes ago and my mouth was already watering, desperate for another taste. Her body was flushed and a fine sheen of sweat covered her body. I’d never seen her looking more like everything I ever wanted.
“Skye.” Her name fell from my lips in a low growl.
Lifting up on her elbows, Skye met my eye. “You really know what you’re doing down there.”
“Glad I could satisfy.”
“Who said I was satisfied?”
If that wasn’t throwing down the gauntlet, then I don’t know what was. The only warning I gave her was the wicked wink I threw in her direction before I tossed her over my shoulder, slapped her ass, and carried her down the hall towards my bedroom.
Skye was a lot of fun. In and out of the bedroom. But when she was perched in my lap, riding me like the cowgirl she’d always dreamt of being, I couldn’t remember ever having a better time. Fucking was supposed to be fun and with Skye not only was it hot and sweaty but it could be downright dirty too. With her tits bouncing in my face as she chased her orgasm, I leaned forward and sucked her hard nipple into my mouth before nipping the tip. The moment my teeth touched her sensitive point, her walls sucked me in and held me captive as she came with a desperation I’d never felt before.
Falling limply on top of me, I took control, flipping her over and driving into her, refusing to slow down. Skye’s heels dug into my ass urging me on and being the filthy bastard I was, I pulled out barely seconds before I exploded, gritting my teeth as I ripped off the condom and exploded all over her pretty pink pussy and stomach, marking her.
Seeing my cum splattered across her skin and the way she lay there, completely open, flushed head to toe, made me feel like I could fly. The look of sleepy satisfaction on her face was intoxicating.
“Satisfied yet or want to go again?” I asked cockily, as I trailed my finger across her swollen lips, smiling as she shivered.
“Mmmm.”
Forcing myself to my feet, I headed towards the bathroom and turned on the taps, letting the steam fill the room before going back to get Skye. I’d gotten her all dirty and now, I had to clean her up.
“Come on, dirty girl, let’s get you in the shower.” I smiled down at her as she cracked her eyes open and gazed up sleepily at me.
“Can’t. Busy. Sleeping,” she replied with a yawn.
“Shower first. Come on.”
Taking her hand, I led her into the bathroom and ushered her into the shower. Skye stretched her arms up above her head and I couldn’t not notice the way her tits propped up, covered in tiny little bite marks I’d left there.
While Skye enjoyed the spray, I poured a glob of shampoo into my palm and started washing her hair, massaging her scalp.
“You’re really good at that,” she murmured.
“What can I say? I’m good with my hands,” I smarted back as a sleepy smile crept over her face.
“Mmm. You’re okay, I guess.”
“Okay you guess?”
“Well, I don’t really have the proof…”
“Proof? Proof? You want proof? I’ll give you proof,” I growled, spinning her around and pinning her against the tiles before shoving a finger into her already sensitive pussy.
Skye clawed at my shoulders, her fingernails biting into my skin as I finger fucked her against the tile. She was riding my hand, biting her lip as she stared at me unblinking.
“More, Hayden. I want more!” she demanded and being the obliging kind of a guy I was, I added a second finger, stretching her.
I could feel Skye getting closer and closer. We’d only done this a couple of times and I already knew how to play her body to make her scream, something she did so well. When her hands fell away from my shoulders, I thought she was going to pull back, tell me to stop, smack away my hand but instead she started massaging her own tits, chasing the elusive orgasm that was building inside of her.
“Skye,” I growled as I worked my fingers in and out of her warm, hot center.
“Now, Hayden! I need it now!”
