I kiss her slowly with reverence. She answers like she’s been waiting all day to remember what it feels like to be wanted without conditions.
Within my large hands, I gather her wrists and pin them above her head and against the arm of the sofa while my mouth assaults her neck.
“I love your skin.”
“Crew,” she whimpers, squirming against me. My hips cushion her legs, pinning her in place.
“What do you need, sweetheart?”
“I… I need your hands and mouth… everywhere.”
“Take off the hoodie,” I command, ripping the athletic pants from her legs as my gaze is glued to her glistening center. I place my hands on her thighs, holding her legs apart as she sits up to remove her top.
Her breasts bounce as they’re freed from her lacy bra. She tosses the delicate material onto the floor next to her pants and hoodie.
My eyes dart up from her pussy to her breasts, triggering a growl from deep within my chest.
“Fuck. Baby, I’m so hungry for you. I… I can’t promise I’ll be gentle with you.”
Lifting her hand, she softly runs her fingers through my brown hair. I do very little to fight back the animalistic purr that sounds from my throat.
“Shit, I don’t deserve you,” I confess as I bend forward and latch onto a nipple while one of my hands slips between her legs.
Rapidly, my body goes up in flames as I pay special attention to her most sensitive areas. I grow needier with each passing second. My name is an unrecognizable groan from Bailey’s lips.
My mouth climbs up her legs toward her cunt as she quakes against my lips.
“Now, be a good girl, and let me make you come.”
Our kisses grow frenzied, and our hands wildly stroke bare skin. It’s both too much and not enough.
I slip a hand between her legs, running my finger back and forth along her wet slit. It’s already coated in her arousal, but grows wetter with each pass.
Her breaths become pants as I continue swirling around her clit until she’s quivering. Against my lips, she cries out, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave.
“God, you’re gorgeous when you come,” I say as I pull my hand free, still yearning for more.
As she settles back down, I move until my face is between her legs. I lap at the wetness, murmuring to myself how much I enjoy indulging in her.
While Bailey’s lost in her own pleasure, I pull back and slip a condom onto my cock. The large erection points toward Bailey like a stiff mast as I lean over her. I press my lips against hers, rock my hips back, and then surge into her.
“Oh!” she cries out as my cockhead runs across the spot most women aren’t sure actually exists.
Raising one of her bent legs, I glide my cock over the sensitive spot again.
“Crew,” she whispers, clawing at his back.
“Fuck, Bailey, I can feel you tightening around me. You’re so fucking snug. I’m not going to last much longer.” I nearly growl as she shifts a hand between her legs. “That’s it. Touch yourself. Make yourself come.”
As I sit up on my knees to give her more room to work her fingers, I plunge in and out of her tight sheath. Beads of sweat run down the sides of my face and chest.
“Shit, sweet girl. I can feel you,” I pant as she rocks her hips against mine. “Take what you need.”
Suddenly, flashes of pleasure rocked across my spine. Bailey’s back arches not long after from such a powerful release.
“Yes.” My moan only drags out her orgasm further.
After a few more pumps, I grunt with my own orgasm, joining her in a well-sated heap on the couch.
