“Your hand will slide easier.”
“Don’t you want to fuck me?”
I choke. “Yeah, Butterfly, I do, but this is coaching.”
“No, I want to be fucked like you can’t get enough of me.”
“Well, that’s lesson three. Tell the man how much you want him inside you. It will drive him crazy.”
She looks down at my shaft, hard and throbbing, then her eyes travel to mine. Without hesitation but with wispy breaths, she says it back to me. “I want you to be inside me.”
Jesus. She’s the whole package.
Pushing my shirt up her body and over her head, I move her hand and fist a handful of her hair, pulling gently. Rough and needy, I suck on her neck until she’s lying back on the cold, gray slate. I suck her tits while keeping a grip on her hair, biting just above her pelvic bone and then the inside of her thighs, until I slip off her panties and open her wings wide.
Running my fingers through her folds, she gasps and arches with each touch. Unable to stop myself, I spread the lips with my fingers and after admiring the plump, pink, sparkling flesh, I put my tongue to work, licking with the flat of my tongue, then with the tip, alternating until she’s a complete mess. I mumble, “I’m going to hell for this, but your pussy is worth the sin.”
She laughs, breathless, and pants out, “Hell probably isn’t any hotter than Texas.”
Christ, she makes me smile. Sharp and sarcastic. And so sexy.
Her back lifts off the counter when she can’t handle one more second, and then she comes hard. Her body stiffens and her legs try to squeeze my ears, but I hold her knees apart. I want to see how her arousal flows from her body before I lick every last drop. She mixes my name with God’s, and it feels damn good.
When her body finally softens, I stand and scoot her ass as close to the edge as I can get. “Tell me what you enjoyed most.”
She shrugs, her faceflushed.
“It turns me on. Probably all guys, if you say what you like. Encourage a guy when he gives you what you want. Or maybe I didn’t give you what you wanted.” I lift a brow. “Did I?” She has me second-guessing that earthquake that just took place in her body.
With a sated, lazy smile, she admits, “It was perfect. But do you like it?”
“Better than beignets.”
Her smile widens, this time showing teeth. “Thosearedelicious.”
“They are. But I can’t eat them.” I run my finger along her outer thigh. Gently sucking her neck, I whisper, “Will you be my dessert?”
She shivers and I pick her up in my arms and carry her into my room with her legs anchored around my waist, our eyes locked together in expectation. Noelle doesn’t answer, lost in the moment. I press a knee to the mattress and dip her until her back hits the comforter. She covers her breast and I move her hand. “If we’re doing this, you have to be open.”
“Okay, Coach.”
Damn, she can be sassy. “Noelle, spread your legs and stroke me.” Her fingers wrap around my shaft, and her hand pumps slowly and methodically. “Fuck yeah. That’s it, Butterfly.” I sit up on my knees, and she comes up with me.
She takes me into her mouth. It doesn’t take much until I’m fucking her mouth, pistoning my hips hard and fast into her face.
She makes little moans and pops off, licking her lips and catching her breath. “You’re perfect.”
Nowhere close, but good to hear when she’s giving me oral.
She slides back on and I tip her chin so I can see herwatery eyes. “I’m going to fuck you now.” My voice is a low baritone. Her shoulders do a little dance, and her lips release my dick.
“Okay. I like your dirty talk.”
“Do you want me on top?” I ask.
To my surprise, she shakes her head no and explains, “I don’t want to just lie there.”
“Butterfly, you won’t.”
