Her legs are spread and her pussy is exposed. Her pubic hair is a cover of dark-blue curls against the white of her stomach, and my gaze immediately locks on the pink, wet flesh exposed between her parted lower lips. Her full, round breasts are taut, the nipples dark pink as one hand absently rubs over one.
She's the very picture of temptation.
I cross the room in three strides, my heart hammering so hard I can hear it in my ears, my hands already pulling my shirt over my head.
"Stay there," I tell her with a husky voice that doesn't sound like mine at all. That voice sounds like it belongs to an animal. "I want to see you like this."
A small, needy sound escapes her throat that goes straight to my already painfully hard cock.
"I want to see you, too."
She watches me undress, her gaze raking over my bare chest and abs, and her pupils dilate further.
Her eyes lock on my crotch and I hook my thumbs in the waist of my jeans, then pull them down along with my boxer briefs in one motion, freeing my cock for her view. It's hard, already pearling with precum and pointing right at her. Her eyes lock on it. She licks her lips and my cock jerks as the tip of her pink tongue shows.
"Noah," she breathes out my name.
Then, just when I think she can't be any more tempting, she spreads her legs wider, and her scent wafts up to me in a wave of intoxicating perfume. My mouth waters and I climb onto the bed, crawling up to her offered body, drinking in every detail.
"Kiss me," she demands with that small, needy voice.
I'm all too happy to oblige.
Our mouths crash together in a kiss that's nothing like the gentle one on her porch. No, this kiss is hungry, desperate, all tongue and teeth and gasping breaths. Rika's handsare everywhere: running over my shoulders, down my back, gripping my ass and pulling me closer.
I brace myself on my forearms, mindful of my weight, and kiss down her neck to her collarbone, tasting the clean scent of her shower-fresh skin.
"Fuck, you're beautiful," I murmur against her throat and feel her shiver beneath me. "I want to taste you. All of you."
I take my time with her breasts, cupping them in my hands, marveling at how perfect they are, full and soft with rosy nipples that harden to tight pebbles under my touch. When I take one nipple into my mouth, Rika arches off the bed with a sharp gasp, her fingers tangling in my hair. Her wings flap against the bed, propping her up.
I lavish attention on both breasts, sucking and licking until she's writhing beneath me, her hips rolling in search of friction.
"Please," she gasps, and the word sends heat flooding through my veins.
I want to fuck her. I want to bury my cock inside her and feel her sweet, wet pussy squeezing me. But I want to taste her so, so much more.
"Not yet," I tell her as I kiss my way down her stomach, feeling the flutter of her wings beneath her as she trembles with anticipation. "First, I want you to come all over my mouth."
"Oh, Noah. Yes, please."
I settle between her thighs, spreading them wider, and take a moment just to look at her. She's pink and flushed, her pussy engorged and ready.
"You're gorgeous," I tell her, my voice rough with want.
I spread her with my fingers and drag my tongue through her folds in one long, slow lick, and Rika cries out, her hands flying to grip the sheets, her head pressing back on the bed.
She tastes incredible, sweet and musky, and I can't get enough. I take my time, sliding my tongue from her opening to her littlebundle of nerves in slow succession. I pay attention to every moan, every movement of her hips as I learn what makes her gasp, what makes her moan, what makes her thighs tremble. I want her wild and satisfied.
When I slide two fingers inside her while my tongue works her clit, I feel her pussy clench around them. I know she's close and I don't make her wait. I couldn't wait if I tried. I slide my tongue to her clit and close my mouth around it, then I suck, hard, just as I hook my fingers to press against the underside of it.
She comes apart with a cry, her whole body shaking with the force of her orgasm. Her cream fills my mouth and I lap at it as I work her through the orgasm, gentling my touch but not stopping, drawing out her pleasure until she's gasping and pulling at my hair.
"Too much," she pants. "Noah, I need… I want."
"What do you need?" I ask, kissing the inside of her thigh, then nipping at the tender, sensitive flesh.
"You. Inside me. Now."
