She was more.
I nipped gently at her clit before sucking it softly into my mouth, swirling my tongue at the same time I rubbed that spot inside of her.
Mari’s hand tightened in my hair, pressing me to her until I could hardly breathe. I didn’t care. Around my fingers, her inner muscles had started to clench, and I grinned into her pussy.
With only a few more strokes, she shattered, crying out my name.
Fuck, that’s what I needed to hear.
Her name on my lips as she came on my mouth. On my fingers. On my dick.
Mari’s cry vibrated through me as I drank her in. When she wobbled, I gripped her tight on the back of her thigh, chuckling against her skin as she used my head to stay standing. As the aftershocks faded, I licked my lips and helped her move her leg down off my shoulder, not releasing her until I knew she was steady.
“Good girl.” I stood, dragging her against me, my mouth taking hers in a bruising kiss. I was rock hard, my self-control hanging by a thread.
She giggled against my lips. “Good boy.”
I slapped her ass. A moment later, my hands were everywhere. Her hair, her breasts, her waist. Her fingers dug into my shoulders as I walked her backwards, our lips never parting. She stumbled, and I lowered her to the couch, breaking the kiss at last.
“Get on your hands and knees,” I ordered, my voice rough. “Don’t move until I get back.”
Fuck, she was gorgeous like this, face and chest flushed, eyes dark and wanting. She turned over, exposing her ass to me. It was a miracle I had the self-control to leave the room with her like that.
Condom, condom, condom.
Where the hell were my condoms?
I ransacked my bathroom until I found a box and all but ripped it to shreds trying to get one of the little packets out. I grabbed three for good measure and because I remembered just how many we’d gone through during that first night. Before I forgot, I also took off my clothes. If I’d planned things better and had the patience for it, I would’ve done so in front of her, but I needed to fuck her before I lost my goddamn mind.
The sight that greeted me when I got back to my living room was straight out of one of my dreams. Mari, kneeling on my couch, beautifully naked and confident, staring over her shoulder at me with her messy blonde hair sticking to the sweat already sparkling on her skin.
God, I was the luckiest man.
Tearing open the first condom, I rolled it on, my hands trembling enough that I noticed. Fuck, I needed to be inside her.
“You look incredible on your hands and knees for me, sweetheart.” I bit my bottom lip as I approached her.
“Are you going to fuck me already? Or do I need to take control?”
I grinned, running a hand over her ass before smacking it. Mari yelped, and I soothed the sting by running my knuckles over the spot. “Nice try, but you’ll do as I say.”
“If you don’t start soon, I can’t promise that.”
“Sure you want to test me?”
“Maybe.” She wiggled her eyebrows at me over her shoulder.
“Not a good idea. When I’m in charge, you come only when I say so, and if you keep testing me, that won’t be for a very long time.”
“Promises, promises,” she said.
“Ones I intend to keep.” I lined myself up behind her, running my dick through her slick folds. My vision blurred as I held back a groan. Mari didn’t, moaning and pushing her hips back against me. I gripped one hip, holding her steady as I teased her with my cock. It felt like I was torturing myself, and pretty soon, I couldn’t take it.
Gripping her hips, I positioned myself at her entrance.
“Last chance to back out, Landry.”
“Fuck me, Gable.”
