I nod, frantic.
“Words, sweetheart. Use that pretty mouth.”
“Yes,” I gasp. “Please, Lucky...please.”
That’s all it takes. He yanks the sweater over my head, tosses it somewhere behind him. Cool air hits my bare skin; my full breasts sway with the movement, nipples already hard under his hungry stare. He looks at me like I’m a feast and he’s been fasting for weeks.
Then he drops to his knees right there on my kitchen floor.
My hands fly to his shoulders as he hooks his fingers into the waistband of my leggings and peels them down slowly, agonizingly slowly, along with my underwear. He takes his time, eyes tracing every revealed inch, the soft swell of my belly, the generous flare of my hips, the thick plush of my thighs.
When the fabric pools at my ankles, he presses hot, open-mouthed kisses along the inside of one thigh, then the other, hands gripping my ass, kneading the fullness there, spreading me just enough.
“Goddamn, look at this pussy,” he mutters, voice thick with reverence and filth. “So fucking pretty. So wet for me already.”He spreads me wider with his thumbs, exposing me completely. “Been thinking about this cunt for days. How sweet you’d taste. How you’d drip all over my tongue.”
He looks up at me through dark lashes. “Spread wider for me, baby. Let me see all of you.”
I do, one foot sliding further, shaky and exposed.
“Good fucking girl.”
Then his tongue, flat, slow, deliberate, licks a long, filthy swipe up my center.
My head falls back against the cabinets with a thud. “Oh god...”
He groans like I’m the best thing he’s ever put in his mouth, the sound vibrating straight through my clit. “Fuck, you taste so good,” he rasps against me. “Sweet little pussy. Been starving for this.” Lazy, thorough strokes that make my hips jerk. When he circles my clit I cry out, fingers twisting in his hair. He sucks gently, then flicks fast, then slow laps that have me grinding shamelessly against his face.
Two thick fingers slide inside me, curling just right, while his tongue stays relentless. “So tight,” he growls between licks. “Gonna feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock later. But first I’m gonna make this pretty cunt come all over my face.”
Pressure coils fast. My thighs tremble around his head. My breathing turns ragged.
“Lucky…I’m gonna…”
“Do it,” he commands, voice muffled against me. “Come on my tongue, firecracker. Drench me. Let me taste how much you fucking missed me.”
That’s it. I come hard, hips bucking, a broken moan tearing out as waves crash through me. He doesn’t stop, he keeps licking softer, slower, lapping up every drop until I’m whimpering and oversensitive, trying to push his head away with trembling hands.
He rises slowly, kissing his way back up my soft belly, full breasts pausing to suck one nipple deep into his mouth with a hungry groan, collarbone until he’s standing again. His mouth crashes into mine. I taste myself on his tongue and moan into the kiss, greedy.
His hands grip my ass again, lifting, kneading. “You’re so fucking wet,” he mutters against my lips. “Gonna slide right in.”
I fumble with his belt until he helps, shoving jeans and boxers down just enough. He’s thick, hard, leaking against the soft curve of my stomach. I wrap my fingers around him, stroking. He hisses, forehead dropping to mine.
“Bedroom,” he grits out. “Now. Or I’m fucking this perfect pussy right here on the counter.”
I nod.
He scoops me up, effortless, like my curves are made to fit against him, and carries me down the hall, my legs wrapped around his waist, my soft body pressed tight to his hard one.
He drops me onto the bed, follows me down. Kicks off the rest of his clothes. Settles between my thighs, weight pressing me deliciously into the mattress. His cock notches at my entrance, as he slides between my wet lips. Over and over he thrusts between my pussy lips, but never where I need him.
“Look at me,” he says, voice wrecked.
I do.
He reaches for his jeans and grabs a condom from his pocket, tears it open with his teeth, rolls it on quick and sure. “Still good?” he asks, eyes searching mine.
“Yeah,” I breathe. “Please. I need you inside me.”
