This woman reduced me to begging, and weirdly enough I was damn happy to beg.
“Yes,” came out on a long, pleading groan.
A lick of her lips and a grin. “Then come.”
Wrapping me inside that sweet mouth again, she hollowed her cheeks and set a rhythm that demanded I do exactly what she said. My hips pistoned once, twice, and she moaned, the vibrations in the back of her throat tickling the head of my cock. And that was it. Lightning sizzled down my spine, my ass flexed, and shouting her name, I unloaded. Afterward I trembled in front of her, and she gazed up at me in wonder.
“Piper,” I croaked out her name, swallowed over the rawness of my throat, and tried again. “Sweetheart, that was—” Running my hands over her hair, I struggled to find the words. “No one has ever done that for me before.”
Seriously, I’d never experienced anything as sexy as Piper on her knees, a goddess in the hottest damn underwear I’d ever seen, running her tongue over her lips as though she had just enjoyed the tastiest treat of her life. She humbled me and simultaneously turned me into Captain America. Offering her my hand, I lifted her to stand in front of me.
“My turn.”
At her quirked brow, I trailed a finger down the middle of her chest, deliberately catching it in the V of her bra and gently tugging her against me. “I’m going to tease you for a bit”—I grinned—“until you beg to come.”
Her brow shot up higher.
“When I’m ready, I may even let you come.”
Her grin matched mine. “You may let me come?”
Rubbing the pads of my fingers over the lace covering her hard, dusky nipples, I said, “You heard me.”
With a bravado I admired, Piper stood her ground, so I upped the ante, squeezing and plumping the perfect globes of her tits as I leaned down and nibbled and kissed my way along her jaw to the sweet spot behind her ear. “I’m going to take my time with you because you are worth it,” I whispered before I toured the shell of her ear with the tip of my tongue. “So fucking worth it.”
Her full body-shiver followed my words, and I smiled against her satiny skin. Lifting a pretty, lace-covered breast, I tongued her nipple until she shoved her fingers into my hair, alternately holding me to her and tugging me away. Her soft moans filled my ears like music, a siren song I couldn’t resist.
At last, I slid my hands around her, unclasping her bra to deliver her delicious curves to my greedy mouth. Lavishing attention first on one needy tip then the other, I relished the sound of her moans ratcheting up to keening cries on the verge of begging. At the crescendo, I let her go, reaching past her to push away the decorative pillows covering the head of the bed and pulling the comforter down. Then I picked her up and tossed her in the middle of her bed. Though smaller than mine, her bed was big enough to get the job done.
She let out an indignant squeak when she hit the mattress, and I countered with a dark laugh. I’d taken it when she’d had her way with me. Now it was my turn. I tugged a pillow down to her hips and rolled her over on top of it.
“What are you—?”
Her words died in her throat as I slipped my fingers beneath the lace of her panties, teasing the crease where her thighs met her ass before moving on to more sensitive areas to touch and play with.
Lifting her head from the pillow, she glanced over her shoulder to protest my progress—or slowness—at giving her the release I knew she needed. Dragging her panties slowly down her legs tortured both of us. Then she cheated and started circling her ass, moaning into the pillow as she let me know how bad she wanted what I wanted to give her.
Yet how could I pass up the opportunity to memorize her? The length of her gorgeous spine curved perfectly up to her luscious, round ass. Long, toned legs stretched and flexed beneath my gaze as she rolled and begged with her exquisite body. As much as I wanted to fuck her, at the same time, I wanted to draw her, immortalize her flawless lines in art.
Her needy moans drew a grin from me. I had to admit, I loved how much Piper loved sex. With me. I slipped a finger down the crease of her gorgeous tush, and a long “Ooooh” escaped her. Fingering her opening, I blew out a breath at how damn wet, how ready she was. I had the intention of drawing out our fun, pushing her to the edge of release and pulling back until she screamed her frustration, but that tight pussy dripping with need—for me—trashed all my bad intentions.
Sliding my hands down her smooth thighs, I stopped at her knees and tugged them apart. Feathering my fingers up the insides of her thighs, I played with her and smiled when she growled my name. I petted the crease where her pretty ass met those satiny thighs and delighted in the way she lifted up, offering herself to me. Guess I still had a few bad intentions. But when I teased my way back to her sweet pussy, that was it.
I shot off the bed to snag a condom from the pocket of my jeans, suiting up on my way back to her. Kneeling between her toned thighs, I squeezed the base of my cock and thought about defensive formations for a minute to slow my ass down. Then I ran the head of my dick down her crease, starting at the small of her back and ending at her entrance. She lifted up to meet me, and I grabbed two handfuls of her gorgeous ass and held her still, letting her have only the head of my cock.
“Wyatt,” she keened. “Please. Oh, please.”
She slid a hand down beneath her, and I said, “If you want it all, you have to put that naughty hand back on the pillow.”
“But—”
“You heard me.”
A long, frustrated sigh gusted from her, and I grinned at the back of her head.
“You’re evil, you know that?” she whined. “So mean.”
I laughed. “Turnabout is fair play, babe.” I thrust hard into her, burying myself all the way to my balls in her soaking-wet heat.
