I want to savor every second of this moment. Her lips on mine. Her skin beneath my palms.
“Everything off,” I order as I pull my shirt off, finishing the job she started.
Next, I kick off my pants.
My cock juts forward, ready.
She follows suit, stripping down slowly.
It’s slow and seductive, and the tiny smirk on her face tells me she’s doing it on purpose.
“You trying to kill me?”
“I am.”
“With you like this . . . I’d happily die right now.”
“Stop talking and kiss me.” And then we’re crashing back together.
Lips touching. Kissing.
Her hands roam down my chest until they find my cock.
When her hand grips the base, I groan. “Fuck.” She tugs upward. “Just like that, Little Bird. Touch me. I love how you make me feel.”
She continues her ministrations, working my dick with her hand.
She runs her hand from root to tip. Nothing has ever felt this good.
“On the bed.”
Victoria drops her hand and lies down on the edge of the bed. I step between her parted legs. I run my hands over her thighs until my fingers settle on her pussy.
She’s drenched, and it makes me smirk.
“Someone’s excited.” I slide a finger inside her, and she moans as her head rolls back.
I thrust another inside her. Fucking her with my hand. Getting her nice and ready for my cock.
“You like that?” I ask, as I curl my finger up to hit her G-spot. She wiggles her hips in answer, a moan slipping through her parted lips.
Her walls start to quiver, so I pull my fingers out. “I want to feel you come on my cock.”
I quickly replace my hand with my cock.
“Hurry up,” she groans, making me laugh.
I line myself up, but don’t push in. “Patience is a virtue.”
“Stop talking.”
“Do you want me to fuck you?”
“You know I do.”
“Beg . . .”
“Fuck off or fuck me,” Victoria orders.
