He was warm and heavy.
Way lovelier.
We kissed. We touched. We tangled.
This didn’t last long before he got his hands in my cami, shoved it up and, whoosh! it was gone.
His lips hit my neck, trailed down, and they closed around my nipple.
Nice.
I slid my fingers in his hair.
I was so enamored with what his tongue was doing to my nipple, I missed his hand sliding down my belly, into my sleep shorts, but I sure didn’t miss it as it pressed into my panties, down, around, and he sucked hard at my nipple as he filled me with a long finger.
“Oh my God, Battle,” I gasped.
He surged up to take my mouth as he finger-fucked me, and damn, all of that felt good.
And then he was gone.
Entirely.
And then my sleep shorts and panties were gone.
Entirely.
After that, he pulled me to right in his bed, slipped down my body, kissed my stomach, spread my legs, and he went in.
“Oh my God, Battle,” I moaned, sliding my fingers in his hair as he ate me, and damn, damn, damn, the man knew what he was doing.
I undulated under his ministrations, mindlessly begging for more.
Battle gave it to me.
“Baby,” I eventually whispered my warning after he took a hard draw on my clit that was a miracle didn’t wring an orgasm out of me, then dipped his tongue deep into my pussy.
He pushed up to his knees between my legs, then dropped to a hand in the bed to reach to the nightstand.
I reached to his drawstring.
I tugged it loose, pulled his pants down, and his thick, delicious cock sprang forth.
“For fuck’s sake, how are you perfect everywhere?” I complained.
“Lie back, Vivi,” he ordered after he straightened.
I looked up at him. “Are you high?”
He grew visibly confused.
I shifted to all fours, and with zero fanfare, sucked that beautiful big dick deep.
“Bloody hell,” he groaned, his fingers gathering my hair at my nape.
I blew him and I blew him, and then I put more effort into blowing his goddamned mind by blowing him some more.
Eventually, he grasped me under my arms and yanked me up to my knees.
