“Will be fine. Plus, there is a lot we can do that doesn’t require my mouth.”
His words skittered along my spine, making my back hitch. His lips barely brushed against mine, making me selfishly want more, but I held myself back. The desperation I felt for him was stifled, making it hard to hold back. That, and the way he had pummeled that asshole for me. My body was begging for him.
I reached for his arms and eased his jacket off before undoing each button of his shirt, kissing the newly revealed skin as I went. My mouth lingered at the waistband of his pants and I could see his erection pressing through them. As I hovered over him, I looked up with a small smile. I unzipped his pants and shimmied them off of him, followed by his briefs. He let out a shaky breath as I rose to my knees.
With my eyes never leaving his, I brought my tongue to the base of his erection, slowly dragging it up his shaft. I paused at the tip, tasting him as my tongue swirled around it. He gripped the edge of the couch, his bandaged hand closest to me, reminding me what he did for me. My mouth watered for him as I wrap my hand around the base. I squeezed gently as I opened my mouth, gliding over his head. He let out a low hum of satisfaction, making the insides of my thighs throb.
As my hand slowly moved up his length, I sucked the head, reveling in his taste. As my hand moved back down, my mouth followed. Slowly. Taking him in inch by inch, my saliva coated his shaft. Rhythmically, my hand and mouth fell into a dance as they moved up and down his cock.
“Sadie,” he whispered throatily as his hand gently found the back of my head.
I moaned at the sound of my name on his lips. I released my grasp of his cock and ran my hands from his knees to his thighs, digging my fingertips into him desperately. My mouth continued to move up and down, swallowing as much of his length as I could. His fingers were tangled in my hair as he met the back of my throat.
He moaned, holding my head a little firmer. I could feel the lace of my panties growing slick at the sound of his pleasure. At the salty essence that sat on my tongue as it lapped against him. The desperation in his fingers as they frantically delved deeper into my hair. It was a pleasure-filled torture, tasting him and selfishly needing more at the same time. I whimpered as I grew wetter.
Jeremiah released my head, looking down at me, his chest rising and falling quickly. I moved my mouth down his shaft one more time before coming up for air. I flicked my tongue against his tip and he let out a sharp gasp. His eyes darkened as he leaned forward suddenly. He grabbed my sides firmly, pulling me closer to the couch. His hands frantically searched for the hem of my dress. His fingers found it and pulled at it, the soft fabric skimming my skin as it pulled over my head.
His eyes fell to my breasts barely contained by the black lace bra cupping them. His hands reached around my back, finding the clasp and unhooking it with ease. My breasts spilled before him. I was still unused to their fullness, but he couldn’t get enough of them lately. He grazed his fingertips over them so lightly, it felt like a feather brushing against them. I shivered at the gentleness of his touch and seeing just how close his cock was as he sat at the edge of the couch.
I bit my lip as an idea popped into my head. I leaned forward so my bare breasts brushed against his waiting cock. He sucked in a quiet breath as he watched me squeeze my breasts together, surrounding the hard length of him. He easily slid along my soft skin as I slowly moved up and down. He moaned as he watched his own private show of pleasure through his shuttered eyes.
As if needing more, he pushed his hips upward until the tip of his cock popped through above my breasts. I lowered my mouth and swirled my tongue around the tip.
“Fuck,” he whispered as his eyes watched in wonder.
Pulling my mouth away, I smiled up at him, moving my breasts down his shaft and back up again to meet my mouth. Each glide down his cock, I was desperate to taste him again. To hear him moan. I wanted to give him everything he deserved.
However he wanted it.
Chapter 42
Jeremiah
Iwrithed on the couch as Sadie continued to move her perfect breasts up and down the length of my cock. It glided easily between their ampleness until it was met by her plump lips, welcoming it with a wet kiss and swirl of her tongue. It was the most delectable sight my eyes had ever seen. She kept her green eyes on me, as if enjoying the look of pure pleasure surely plastered on my face.
She pressed her palms against the side of her breasts even more, tightening their squeeze around my now throbbing cock. She lowered her head further, her mouth taking in more of me. I thrust my hips upward, filling her mouth more and reveling in the feel of its warmth around me. Her teeth grazed me slightly and the sensation sent a chill up my spine.
The pain of every bruise, scrape, and cut seemed to diminish as my entire body focused on her breasts and her mouth. Theyworked beautifully together. As good as they felt, I desperately wanted to taste both.
I leaned forward and placed my hands on her sides, my thumbs brushing against the outer part of her breasts. I pulled her up toward me, every inch of her skin rubbing against my fully hard cock. She bit her lip that was still glistening from when it was just sucking and licking my cock, as she placed her legs on either side of me. Her black lace thong was the only thin barrier between us.
I placed my hand at the top of her back, leaning her into it so her breasts were right where I wanted them. I lowered my mouth to them, kissing around each pink nipple lightly. She let her head fall back, her red hair skimming the tops of my thighs as she braced her hands on my knees.
I opened my mouth and swirled my tongue around her peaked nipple before enclosing my lips around it and sucking gently. She let out a low moan as she writhed slightly on my lap. Her fingertips dug into my upper thighs as I moved to the other nipple, taking it in my mouth hungrily. She arched her back more, giving me a mouthful. My hand cupped her other breast firmly, massaging its plump flesh needily.
As my hand supported her back, my other trailed down the center of her stomach until my fingers reached the soft lace of her thong. I trailed over the fabric, feeling her wetness seeping through. She let out a breathy moan at my touch. Her head still fell behind her as my mouth continued to taste the sweet skin of her breasts. As my tongue moved, my fingers moved too.
With two fingers against the lace, I moved them in slow, circular motions. She adjusted her hips on either side of me, silently begging for more. I increased the pressure of my fingers still rubbing against her. She let out a moan, whipping her head up to look at me. I pulled my lips from her nipple and smiled lazily up at her. Her eyes were glazed over in pleasure.
I adjusted my hand so my palm was now circling her clit through the lace as my fingers explored the delicate hemline of her thong. She let out a shuddering breath as I reached under the thin lace, and trailed the lips of her slit. I took one finger and ran it against her, feeling the slickness as I peeled her apart slowly. I continued circling her with my palm as my finger explored her swollen, begging lips.
She spread her legs a little further, her hands gripping my thighs tightly behind her. I knew what she wanted. I dipped my middle finger into her, my cock throbbing at the wet warmth it was met with. I curled it up into her slowly as my palm increased its pressure against her clit. She groaned as she began moving her hips slowly, grinding into my hand.
With my other hand, I reached up and wrapped it around the back of her neck, holding her firmly. I dipped another finger into her, exploring the walls of her in a circular motion. I slowly began sliding both fingers out of her before entering her again. My fingers grew slicker as they moved faster. I could feel something building inside her as my palm slammed into her clit, my fingers frantic for more.
She leaned forward, pressing her forehead to mine as we watched my fingers move in and out of her. I felt her grip tighten around me.
“Come for me,” I whispered throatily.
