It’s only for a split second, but I feel it. I pull my fingers from her so I can rip the thong out of my mouth and ask her what she needs.
Sure enough, something shutters over her gaze. She probably doesn’t even realize it’s there, because the moment we lock eyes, she pastes a smile on her face.
“How does my pussy feel?” she purrs, moving her hips once more. But the pattern is slightly different.
When I open my mouth to answer, she cups my face, brushing her thumb over my lip. “How does ittaste?”
My head spinning, I can only suck her thumb into my mouth with a groan.
She smiles at that. “You feel so good,” she whispers, her hands sliding down my neck, down my chest. Her gaze follows, her enjoyment of my body obvious. “I want to make you feel good, too.”
“You do,” I croak out. I clear my throat and try again. “Everything you do feels good.”
She hums, still smiling. “I think we can make you feel better,” she muses. And then she slides her hand into my pants and grips my cock.
It doesn’t matter that she’s already touched me. I might as well be a virgin experiencing a girl’s touch for the first time.
“Fuck, baby,” I groan, thrusting into her grip. I slide my fingers back inside her pussy at the same time. “That’s going to make me come.”
She starts to stroke me. “Is this how you’d like to come? Or would you prefer my mouth?” When my attention zeroes in on her red lips, her smile grows. “Since you don’t want to fuck me tonight.”
“I didn’t—” My words break off when she brushes her thumb over the head of my cock.
And then they disappear completely when she lifts that thumb to her lips and sucks it into her mouth.
She lets out a hum of delight, her eyes closing with a pleased smile. “Delicious,” she whispers.
I don’t think I’m breathing anymore.
“You know, we could probably cheat just alittlebit,” she says, reaching between us again.
I don’t understand what she means—don’t have the brainpower to ask—but then she wraps her hand around my wrist and guides it up toward our faces. “Just a taste,” she whispers.
It’s not enough that she presses my fingers to my own mouth, drenched in her pleasure. That in itself would’ve short-circuited my brain. But she also chooses that moment to bump her hips up. And because she somehow managed to pull my cock free of my pants while she was touching me, the motion makes her wet pussy slide along my length.
Having the taste of her in my mouth and the feel of her on my cock is too much. It’s too much for any man.
Groaning around my fingers, I pump my hips forward, wanting more of it. Wanting more ofher.
“Yes,” she sighs.
I look between our bodies so I can watch as I slide between her lips and over her clit. She’s so slick. And it feelsso fucking good. I just need?—
“It’s almost like you’re fucking me,” she moans. Once again reading my mind. “Almost, but not quite.”
I have to bite back a whimper at the thought of sliding a little lower, changing the anglejust a little bit?—
“You could, you know.” When I feel her hand go around my lower back to my pants, I lift my focus to her face.
She’s pulled the condom from my back pocket and is holding it between two fingers.
“You could fuck me if you wanted to,” she purrs, rolling her hips so her pussy glides along my cock. “No one would know. And you’re almost there already. Just…a little…bit…closer…”
I reach the end of my rope before she’s even finished her sentence.
Grabbing for the condom, my eyes lock on hers in shock when she doesn’t let it go.
Her explanation is one simple word, said in the lowest, sexiest whisper.
