“You like that?” he asks, running his hand over my ass and pressing close. “Oh, girl, you are going to get me addicted for sure.”
I push into him. “Alex.” The idea of him not being able to get enough ofmeis as arousing as his hands on me.
Then he slides his hand over my hip to my now-bare stomach and I amend that thought toalmost. Because nothing is as good as his hands on me.
Butthenhe puts his mouth against my neck where it curves into my shoulder and says, “Give me a little preview of what it will be like to have you riding my face, Wildflower,” as he slides his thick, slightly rough middle finger over my clit while squeezing my nipple while biting down gently on my neck.
Fuck. His hands, his mouth, his teeth, his tongue as it licks over the spot…
I can’t breathe. My eyes slide shut, I lean into him, and reach back, looping my arm around his neck to hold myself up.
“Yes, I’ve got you,” he says gruffly, circling my clit, then sliding his finger into me.
I whimper.
“Fuck, you’re hot and wet.”
I just nod.
“Oh, yeah, Wildflower, you are goddamned perfect.” He twists his hand, adding a finger to my pussy and then pressing into my clit with his thumb.
I try to spread my legs further, wanting him deeper and harder, but my jeans restrict me.
“You want to be wide open for me, don’t you?” he asks.
I nod against his chest.
“Don’t worry, I’ll get you there just like this,” he promises, his fingers moving faster, hittingthat spotthat toys can rarely get to.
“But you’ll need to spread these pretty thighs nice and wide to straddle my face,” he murmurs.
My pussy clenches.
He clearly feels it. “That’s right. And then to take my cock you’ll need to beveryopen.”
“Oh,God.” My pussy grips his fingers as ifpleadingfor more.
“We’ll have to be sure to get you really hot, and wet, and stretched out first.”
I tighten my grip on him, feeling at risk of sliding down his body into a puddle at his feet.
“But don’t worry, I’ll do whatever it takes to have the pleasure of fucking this tight, perfect pussy deep and hard.”
And that’s all it takes. I clamp down on his fingers tightly as my orgasm explodes low and deep, flooding me with heat and endorphins that have me thinking things likeyes, sir, whatever you want, just never stop making me feel like this.
“That’s my girl,” he praises in my ear, his fingers moving slower as I come down from that glorious peak. “You are perfect.”
Uh,he’sthe one with perfect fingers and dirty talk, but okay. If he’s that fond of my pussy, I’ll take it because I want him back theresoon.
I drop my hold on his neck and start to turn. He moves his hand, lifting his fingers to his mouth.
I watch, ripples of pleasure still pulsing through my pelvis as I watch him suck his fingers clean.
“You smell and taste like flowers too,” he says.
I pull my bra and shirt back into place, then slide my panties and jeans up. “Itastelike flowers?” I ask with a smile.
“You’re right. If flowers tasted like this, it would be a main dish on every man’s plate every night.”
