“Oh.” She lights up and spins around, pinning me with a saucy look over her shoulder. “Changed your mind about dick later then?” I slap her ass when she shakes it at me eliciting a little yelp that ends with a moan.
“Do you like that? You want to be spanked?” I bring my palm down to her other ass cheek. She moans and drops her head between her arms braced on the countertop.
“Yes,” she breathes out. Her back arches to me, asking formore. Rubbing my palm over her pussy between her thighs instead, she’s hot and wet even through her shorts.
“Your pussy likes when you’re spanked.” She moans. “Are you a dirty girl, Hollywood?” I ask, pulling her shorts down her legs but leaving them around her ankles. I like her confined as I wrap my hand around her legs and trail my fingers up the inside of her leg. Ivory pants the closer I get to her pussy.
“Are you ready, Hollywood?” Reaching the apex, I find her slick and wet. “For my hands?” I rub my hands through her wetness. “For my cock?” Bringing them to her clit, I press firmly. “Answer me.”
“Yes, fuck yes.” Her arms hold up her weight as she bucks beneath me. Draping myself around her back, I grip her hair and pull her head up from where she was staring down her body. Her eyes are open and wild. “Are you watching?” I ask, nipping her ear. When she only moans, I ask again, “Are you watching me rub your pussy? Only I make you feel this way. Are you mine, Ivory?”
“Yes, yours, oh my god,” Ivory pants. I thrust a finger inside. “More, please, give me more.” Her wetness coats my hand. I don’t let up on her clit and add a second finger.
“Is that what you want?” I ask as I fuck her with my fingers. Ivory moans and gasps beneath me. Just when her pussy clamps on my fingers—a sure sign that she is close to the edge—I pull out. Her whispered protest dies on her lips when I sit her on the edge of the counter and fall to my knees.
“Or is this what you want?” Ripping her shorts off her bound ankles, I spread her wide. “So pretty. So perfect.” Her hands tangle in my hair as I bury my face between her legs.
“Lick me, Preston, please,” Ivory pants out as I lap her up. Her pleasure coats my tongue and I let out a groan deep in my throat at her taste. The vibration against her pussy has her clit throbbing against my tongue. Ivory grinds against me seeking her pleasure. I flick my tongue on her clit before sucking it into my mouth as I spear her with two fingers.
Ivory bucks off the counter pushing her wanton pussy harder against my face. Her legs clamp around my head as I devour her pussy. She is the best thing I have ever tasted. I could live here forever, happily. Bringing her pleasure is my new favorite activity. Ivory’s pussy is my new favorite meal. Appetizer, dinner and dessert.
Pulling back, I tell her, “I could eat this pretty pussy every day for the rest of my life.”
“Don’t stop, I’m so close. Please don’t stop.”
“I know you are,” I say, leaning back down so my breath paints her clit. “Your pussy is a vise around my fingers. Your heels are digging into my shoulder blades. Your legs threatening to break my neck.”
“They might if you don’t get back down there and finish the job,” Ivory snaps, causing me to chuckle.
“My girl is feisty when she needs to come. Better not keep her waiting.” Diving back in, I suck her clit hard setting her off. Her nails dig into my scalp. I keep my fingers thrusting deep as she rides the wave.
“Ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod, Preston, fuck, yes.” Ivory pants and pleads while I savor her taste on my tongue as she tremors. Rising up, I bring my fingers to her mouth. She opens automatically.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” I say as she licks herself clean from my fingers.
Ivory reaches for my painfully hard cock in my shorts, pushing them down and swiping the precum over my head. Sucking in a breath, I reach for the condoms in the drawer beside us. When kitchen sex became a very real thing, I stashed some in here so we were prepared. I refuse to put either of us at risk.
Leaning down, I kiss her deeply. “Lay back.” I press a hand to her chest to guide her back to the countertop. Gripping her hips, I pull her over the edge as I thrust inside her at the same time. We both gasp as I stretch her around my cock. Poundinginto her over and over, I bring us closer to climax. Ivory meets me thrust for thrust.
“Harder,” she eggs me on. Her ankles dig into my ass, bringing me in deep with every thrust. She thrashes on the counter, tweaking her nipples through the shirt she still wears.
“I’m close.” My thumb finds her clit and I feel the telltale signs of her orgasm as her pussy sucks me in. Thrumming her clit, I keep pace. “Come with me, baby. Come!” I roar as I spill into her. Her pussy is a vise as she shakes below me. Her orgasm rips through at the same time.
“Yes, yes, yes.”
“Fuckkkkkkk.” My head lands on her stomach. Ivory’s hands find my hair running her fingers through the sweaty strands as we both come down from our orgasms.
“Definitely better than dick later,” Ivory says, making me laugh. My cock twitches still inside her. “I’m too sensitive. Don’t do that.”
“You’re the one that made me laugh while I’m still buried in you,” I say, standing to pull out but not before kissing her softly on the lips.
I’m never going to get enough of her. Our easy banter. The safe space we have created to be vulnerable with each other. Everything about us works. Even during sex, our bodies speak a language of their own. She’s my perfect match.
“Okay, so my plan.” We’re cleaned up and it’s time to fill Ivory in. “I checked the archaeology website and the landmarks are opening back up in the next two days.”
“They are?” Ivory’s eyes light up.
“So, I was thinking?—”
