Her tongue drags across her bottom lip. Her eyes blaze with lust and eagerness. “Anything…” she repeats, no hesitation in her eyes.
Fuck, yeah.
The mattress dips when I drop her atop my sheets. “You’re begging for trouble, Julissa.”
“Is that news to you?” She bats her eyelashes at me, looking anything but innocent.
Looming above the bed, I reach beneath her dress, squeezing her ass with one hand. “I’m gonna make you think twice aboutrunning your mouth like that.” I drag my palms up her nylon-clad thighs.
“Yeah, sure,” she taunts me, even as she shivers from my touch.
I shove the skirt of her dress up to her waist, bring the soles of her feet to the mattress and push her legs apart. Her center is drenched and swollen, her neatly-trimmed bush tormenting me from behind the thin, transparent fabric of her soaked pantyhose.
It’s a sight so pretty, it makes me drop to my damn knees.
Leaning in closer, I kiss an open-mouthed path up the inside of her thigh, unable to keep from trailing my nose along her dragon tattoo and the crease of her pelvis.
Fuck—she smells so good. And I can’t wait another second for a taste.
Her clit stands out, a hard little bud begging for attention. I flick my tongue over the tip and Jules’s hand grasps at the mattress.
The first taste of her musky flavor goes straight to my cock. “So sweet…” I groan, gripping my hard-on through my pants and giving a little tug.
That one taste turns me ravenous and all I can think about is covering her entire pussy with my mouth. I suck at her through the fabric of her pantyhose while my fingers roam over her thighs, searching for the tiniest opening. When I find a little tear in the floral lace, I thrust a fingertip between the stretchy threads and pull and pull and tug, creating a hole that’s big enough to fit my mouth.
“Oh, my—whoa!” Jules gasps when I yank the torn and shredded fabric out of my way and wedge my face between her thighs.
“Christ. You taste good.” I grab her hips, pulling her tighter against my mouth. My tongue descends in hot, fast lashesagainst her pussy. It’s frantic, messy, wet. Jules is breathing hard, rocking her hips, pulling my hair.
I love it when she pulls my hair.
Propping herself up on her elbows, she watches me. My gaze flicks up to hers, and she stares back, drunkenly, adoringly, approvingly. And I want her to look at me like that every single day. That stare makes me feel powerful, like I’m doing something right.
“I need you naked,” I say when I can no longer stand the clothing that’s keeping me from touching her the way I want to. Kneeled before her, I peel off her nylons while she shimmies her dress over her head.
We grin lazily at each other.
“Much better…” I whisper.
I enter her with one finger and her tightness hugs me.
“Yes…” she says, her eyelids falling shut.
“Another?” I ask, curling the tip against her G-spot.
Her jaw hangs loose and she nods. “Another…”
I quickly add a second finger, loving the way her walls squeeze around me.
“Can you take one more for me?” I ask her.
She nods again. “More. Please,” she demands in a whisper.
When I give her what she wants, her head falls backward on the mattress and she slaps a hand over her mouth. Her channel floods with heat.
My cock is a dripping mess inside my boxers and I’m gritting my molars together to keep from coming all over myself like I did the first time I tasted her. But Jules is already close to the edge, and I’m ready to get her there.
I bury my face back at her core. “You’re close, aren’t you?” I groan against her clit.
