When I turn, Luisa presses against me, her fingers working the snaps of my denim shirt. One by one, they pop open, then she’s pushing it off my shoulders, her gaze roaming my ink-covered skin. One finger reaches to trace the lines of a design, then skates down to a blank area over my left ribs.
“Markin’ your spot?” I ask.
She gives me a devilish grin and tilts her chin up. “Maybe. I think my name would look good there.”
“You think so, huh?”
“Yes. In swirly letters with a heart around it.”
“Sounds like you’ve thought about it.”
“I have.”
“You plannin’ on getting my name inked on your pretty skin?”
“Maybe.”
“Do I get to pick the spot?” I tease, knowing this girl would never get a tattoo. She’s too innocent for that, and I wouldn’t want her to do that, anyway. “Thought we were just having some fun. Thought you weren’t gonna take this too seriously,” I remind her.
“I’m not,” she says, and pulls me toward the sofa pit group.
I fall in the corner and pull her on top of me.
Her knees go on either side of my hips, and I cup her waist, my eyes moving over the nightgown. It’s got tiny straps and is thin enough I see the nubs of her nipples poking through the fabric.
Hooking my thumbs in the ties, I slide them slowly down her shoulders until her breasts pop out, then lean forward and latch my mouth onto one of her pert nipples.
Luisa’s head falls back and her spine arches, thrusting her breasts forward.
Holding her waist, I keep her where I want her as I torment first one then the other nipple until she’s writhing and dragging her pussy against my jeans.
“Is my baby needy?” I pop her nipple from my mouth long enough to ask the question.
“Yes,” she whispers, her fingers threading through my hair, nails scraping my scalp.
With one motion, I yank the gown over her head and drop it to the floor. She’s got the tiniest waist, which makes her breasts look all the fuller.
She’s naked now except for a pair of lace panties. I make quick work of those, hooking my fingers in them and jerking them free. They tear easily enough.
“Oh, no,” she says.
“I’ll buy you another pair,” I say, hauling her forward and sliding until my mouth has access to her pussy. Gripping her tight, I hold her in place and burrow my tongue between her pussy lips, seeking that little nub that makes her jump when I find it.
Her hands go to the wall behind me, and as I feast on her, I’ve got a clear shot of her breasts swaying above me.
I play a while, and soon she’s soaking wet for me, gasping and wiggling.
Working my hand around, I slip two fingers inside her, and she tenses.
“You still sore?”
“No.”
“Good. Cause I want this pussy.”
She moans, and I stroke inside her until I find that trigger that drives her wild. Soon she’s bucking against me, needing to come. I draw it out for a while, knowing even if she doesn’t, that it’ll be twice as good the longer I play with her.
Soon she’s panting. “Oh, Blue.”
