“Perfect,” I murmur just before surging forward, my hands immediately cupping her breasts as my thumbs brush over her hardened nipples. “Bottoms.”
Her hands move to her hips, but I don’t stop. My head drops, my mouth replacing my left hand, sucking and teasing her nipple until she lets out a soft moan. She presses my head harder against her, her fingers tangling in my hair.
“Uh-uh,” I murmur against her skin, pulling back just enough to make her whimper. “Bottoms,Pahe.”
Her free hand moves back to her hip, and when I’m sure she’s sliding them down, I return to her breast, nipping and sucking, drawing deep, needy moans from her.
“Josh,” she groans, arching toward me, her voice breathy and desperate. “Baby….”
Her bikini bottoms drop to the floor, and I help her step out of them before guiding her back toward the couch. Her knees hit the edge, and she sinks down, her skin flushed and inviting.
I fall to my knees in front of her, my hands pushing her thighs apart, exposing her, my mouth pressing kisses up the soft, sensitive skin of her inner thighs.
“Wait, you don’t have to—” she starts, her words cutting off in a gasp when my tongue flicks against her clit.
“Oh God.”
I grin against her skin, diving in, devouring her like a man starving. I tease her, flicking and circling, pushing her to the edge before pulling her back, over and over, until she’s writhing, chanting my name, and grinding against my face in search of her release.
When she finally comes, her legs clamp around my head, her body trembling, her cries filling the room. I keep going, drawing the orgasm out until she’s panting and weak beneath me.
I pull back, watching her as she slowly comes back to herself. Her skin is flushed, her chest rising and falling, her lips swollen from earlier kisses. My cock throbs, straining against the waistband of my board shorts, reminding me I’m still fully dressed.
Time to fix that.
I yank off my shirt, tossing it aside. Molly’s eyes follow my movements, her gaze half-lidded, her lips parting slightly.
“You gonna take these off now?” she asks, her voice low and teasing as she trails her toes along the waistband of my shorts. “’Cause I’mreallyinterested to see what you’re packing.”
I grin, hooking my thumbs under the waistband and lowering them slowly, watching as her eyes widen with every inch. When my cock finally springs free, I grip it in one hand, stroking lazily as I watch her take me in.
“Like what you see?” I ask, my voice rough as my thumb brushes over the tip.
“God, yes,” she breathes, her legs falling open just a little more. “Condom?”
“Fuck.” I push to my feet, muttering, “Stay there. Be right back.”
I sprint through the house, heading for my wallet on the entry table. I grab it, spinning around, but freeze when I see her.
Molly is sprawled out on the couch, one hand between her legs, her fingers teasing her clit. The other hand drapes over her head, and when she sees me, she raises an eyebrow, her lips curving into a wicked smile.
“Find one?” she asks, her voice breathy as her fingers roll over her pretty pink pussy.
My answer is the sound of foil tearing. I roll the condom on quickly, my eyes locked on her the entire time. She doesn’t stop touching herself, her breath catching every time she hits a sensitive spot.
Fuck me.
I drop to my knees, covering her body with mine. Our mouths collide, tongues tangling, hot and desperate as we lose ourselves in each other.
“You ready for me,Pahe?” I whisper, her whimpers driving me wild.
“Yes.”
I press into her slowly, both of us groaning at the delicious stretch. She’s tight, hot, and so ready, and it takes every ounce of control I have not to lose myself right there.
“Fuck,oeh’ sahoehuke,” I murmur, my voice rough and full of need.
“More,” she demands, her voice breathy yet firm.
