She’s braless, and those beautiful mounds are tight and perky over her ribs, her dark rose nipples tight and pointed straight at me, and it’s pure instinct to pull her across my lap, sit up, and suck one of those buds into my mouth.
“Oh my god,” she gasps.
My cock surges.
I picture myself missing an easy line drive, and he shrinks.
But only a little.
Still in the danger zone here.
“God, Cooper,yes,” she breathes, her hips bucking against me as I worship her gorgeous breasts. “I…missed…this.”
She’s still wearing panties.
I have to rectify this.
Get a condom.
Go slow next time.
“What else turns you on?” I ask between kisses to her sternum as I change to her other breast.
She wraps both arms around my head and tilts hers into my hair. “You.”
Never has a single word been both all the best music in the world yet said with all the wrong timing.
I’m not sure my cock can take much more of this.
If I’m gonna have any chance at all of convincing her that one night won’t be enough for either of us, I have to give her the night of her life and make her want more.
Fuck, I like this woman.
Can I go down on her and give her the orgasm of her life?
Probably.
I give good fingers too, and if she wants to break out some toys, I’m cool with that.
But any asshole with an internet connection can YouTube how to lick a clit to make a woman come all over your face.
I want to be buried up to my balls inside her when she comes.
I want her to know that my dick is the dick of all dicks, and that she’ll never have dick like mine ever again.
I want to be the only dick she ever wants for the rest of her life.
And yeah, that’s scary as fuck, but it’s also turning me on like I’ve never been turned on before.
Waverly Sweet has bewitched me, and I’m here for it.
She shudders in my arms as I suck her nipple into my mouth. As she grinds against my cock, unintelligible sounds come from the back of her throat.
I rake my fingers down her back to grip her ass and hold her tighter against me.
I can do this.
I can blow my load and still get it up again.
