Her cheeks grew pink, and her lips parted in this perfecto. “I want that.” Her voice was barely a whisper, but I closed the slim space between us and kissed her.
Electricity flared through me at the connection, at the wine on her lips mingling with her sweetness. She trembled in my arms, and her responsiveness lit me up inside. I wanted to taste her all over, to kiss and caress every inch of her skin. I threaded my fingers into her glossy waves and gave a light tug. She moaned against my mouth, and I tangled my tongue with hers, enjoying the sensation.
When we pulled apart, both of us were gasping for breath.
“Want to take this to my bedroom?” I asked.
“Only as long as you don’t tell people I romanced you by talking about dead pets.”
Fuck me, I was in love.
“Promise, baby girl. I don’t kiss and tell.” I grabbed her hand and led her up the steps toward my bedroom, my heart hammering in time with our footsteps. When we reached the door, I nudged it open and flicked the light on with my free hand. This was the part that always got a little nerve-racking with a new partner, but I’d gotten used to being upfront. If people were shitty, they could find the door.
“So.” I guided her hand down. “I like my clit or girl dick played with and sucked, and I’m also a slut for penetration. I don’t have the toys to prep for it tonight, but if you ever want to strap me in the future? Please sink into my needy hole.”
“Oh, holy fuck.” She blinked at me. “I’ve never even considered that, but strapping you sounds so ridiculously hot.”
Goddamn, had I won the jackpot? “What do you like? What are your preferences?”
She licked her lips. “You know, no one’s ever asked me that.”
Internally, I raged. This woman deserved to be worshipped in whatever damn way she liked.
“I don’t prefer penetration, I think,” she said. “It feels okay, but I never come from it.”
“You more of a clit girl? Want me to suck and lick your pretty clit until you scream?”
Becky’s nostrils flared, lust enlarging her pupils. “Fuck yes, please.”
“Why don’t you strip for me and lie on my bed, then.” Lust was flowing through me. My clit pushed at the fabric of my panties, and god, I wanted to see her splayed out for me.
“Want to peel my dress off for me?” Becky passed me a coy look.
My blood pumped hot. “Hell yeah.”
She’d ditched my leather jacket in the kitchen, so all she wore was that stunning little pink dress, and I couldn’t wait to unwrap her. I stepped up behind her, unzipped the back of the dress, and brushed my fingers over her bare back. A shiver rolled through me. The straps fell off her shoulders like descending petals, and the fabric pooled around her feet, leaving her in those strappy shoes, pale pink panties, and a matching bra. The contrast of the pink against her smooth, tanned skin was delicious. I ran my finger around the band of her bra, loving the way her breath hitched.
“How about I take this off too?” I said, my lips brushing against her neck. “I bet you have the prettiest nipples.”
“Please,” she moaned.
I unsnapped the bra, and it tumbled to the ground as well. Her tits were sheer perfection, soft and creamy, with flushed pink nipples. My mouth watered at the sight, and I reached around to hold them. The heavy weight in my hands turned me on even more. My whole body burned, and I was desperate to slide against her skin to skin. I kneaded her tits, and she let out a desperate moan.
“How about these panties?” I asked. “Are they soaked?”
I drew one hand down to cup her pussy, right between her thighs. The moisture there sent a bolt of lust through me. Holy fuck. She was so damn hot. I couldn’t wait to taste her. I shimmied the waistband down her ample hips, and she brushed her ass back against my clit. I sank my teeth into her shoulder, letting her rub herself on me as much as she wanted. Her panties dropped to the floor, but she still ground her lush ass cheeks against my clit, and zings of pleasure rushed right through me.
“Okay, gorgeous,” I said. “Go spread out for me on my bed.”
Becky glanced back at me, those dark lashes fluttering. “Can I see you too?” The earnestness in her voice struck me square in the heart.
“Yeah, beautiful.” I drew away from her and peeled off my lace overshirt and black bra. The cool air against my nipples had them growing even harder, tighter. They were still so sensitive, ever since I started estrogen, and I had grown obsessed with the sensation.
She climbed onto the bed, stretching out like she belonged there. Her blonde waves covered my black sheets, her tanned, lithe body sprawled out, and her pussy glistened, the wetness darkening her blonde thatch of curls. Fuck, I wanted to taste her, lap her up until she screamed. Her long lashes fluttered as she stared at me, the heat in her gaze spurring me onward.
I undid the button of my jeans and slid the zipper down. Becky’s tongue slipped out, and she licked her lower lip, makingit glossy. God, she turned me on so badly. I shucked down the jeans and dragged my panties off too. I ran my palm across my clit, trying to soothe the desperate need building inside me. Each touch and look from earlier had multiplied my desire, and after the way she kissed…yeah, I was smitten.
“Fuck, you’re so hot.” She reached between her legs to touch herself.
