I let go of her, leaning back to take her in. “For the next few minutes, I only want to hear four words from you. Harder, softer, faster, and slower. Got it?”
“Yes,” she whispers, propped up on her elbows. She gazes down at me, so I maintain eye contact as I taste her again. Her hazel eyes close, and her head tilts back. “Oh. My God...”
“The Lord isn’t on your vocabulary list tonight, pretty girl,” I tease before leaning in again and sucking on her clit.
She bucks into my face, and I have to press her hips down to the bed again.
My tongue flicks quickly over her, and I observe the changes in her expression as pleasure washes over her. Her hands clutch at my sheets. “Slower,” she murmurs, and I oblige, languidly running my entire tongue over her while I slip a finger inside. Her breathing becomes uneven, and she moans.
What a beautiful sound.
She’s already incredibly wet, so I add another finger, curling them in a ‘come hither’ motion. She lifts her head to look at me, and I meet her gaze again. I’ve never eaten out a girl with such intense eye contact before, and the sight of her watching me is almost enough to push me over the edge.
I place my other hand on the top of her pelvis, applying gentle pressure as I continue to finger her and circle her clit with my tongue. A flash of surprise crosses her face before she closes her eyes again, letting out another moan and breathing heavily. Her pussy clenches around my fingers, and my cock twitches, eager to be gripped by her too.
“Harder,” she instructs on a moan. I firm up the pressure of my tongue slightly, maintaining the rhythm. “Yes! Fuck, just like that, don’t…”
Sensing she’s on the brink, I don’t dare change my pace or pressure. I continue my deliberate pace, pushing her closer, and after a few more moments, she comes, squeezing my fingers hard and gushing, her whole body tensing up. Her taste is almost sweet, and I can’t get enough, devouring her until she comes down from her high and collapses back onto the bed, breathless.
“You’re right,” I comment, wiping my face on her inner thigh before I give her pelvis a short peck. “That tequila is way better than bad beer.”
She huffs a laugh, putting a hand over her eyes. Her cheeks are flushed with an adorable redness, and as soon as I inch back, she closes her legs as if embarrassed.
Cute.
Rising from the bed, her gaze is heavy on me as I bring the fingers that were just inside her to my mouth, savoring her taste, and I can’t help the groan that leaves my lips.
She turns to sit up as I move to stand beside the bed, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. Holding out my hand, still covered in a mix of her and my saliva, I position my palm beneath her chin.
“Spit,” I command, and she complies after a moment’s hesitation. I grab my pulsing cock, already slick with pre-cum, and pump a few times, her spit lubricating it even more, making me groan.
Opening the nightstand drawer, I retrieve a condom, tearing the packet open with my teeth while still stroking myself before rolling it on. She watches my every move but doesn’t say a word, so I usher her back to lie on the bed and get on top of her. Her legs open for me willingly while her hands come up to my shoulders.
She shudders under me, taking a deep breath as if nervous, but all I feel is need.
I need more of her, need to drown in her and her scent. I want to fuck this girl so thoroughly she loses the ability to think straight because she sure has made me lose mine already.
Holding her chin between my thumb and forefinger, I say, “You have two more words you’re allowed to use tonight.Yesandno.” She bites her lower lip, that lush goddamn lip, and I lean in for another kiss. “So, tell me, pretty girl, can I fuck you?” I ask against her mouth while one of my hands drifts to her chest, rolling her nipple, goose bumps rising in my wake.
Please say yes. God, I don’t know if I could move on after having just a little taste.
“Yes.” Her answer is breathy without hesitation, causing a grin to spread, and I have to let out a scoffing chuckle.
Thank fuck.
Bracing myself over her, I line myself up, letting my sensitive head fall between her folds before sliding in with one thrust. She’s soaked, allowing me to bury myself to the hilt, and I can’t help but grind my hips into her.
My breath gets stuck on an inhale, sinking so deep the head of my cock presses into her cervix. When her hips jolt in response, her walls clench around me, and I have to grit myteeth. If I don’t get my shit under control, I’m going to come like some two-pump chump, and I already know I want to savor this. Savorher.
Her nails dig into my skin, and a little gasp escapes her as she takes me.
I could write poems about that sound.
I close my eyes with a groan.
And about this tight little pussy, goddamn.
“Fuck,” she breathes out.
