She hums softly at the gentle touch of my lips against this newly discovered plot of skin. The sweet sound only encourages me as I journey further south until I reach the swell of her breasts. My teeth lightly nip at her soft, silky flesh as she lets out a whimper. I smile against her, before doing my best to soothe the now lightly reddened skin with my tongue.
My gaze flicks upward as her dilated pupils meet mine. Her pink lips are slightly parted as she gives me an encouraging nod, and this time I don’t plan to ask twice.
However, there is something I want permission for as my eyes stay glued on hers as my hands lower to find the knot situated at the front of her waist.
She nods her consent, and my hands get to work. I’m desperate to throw open her robe and take full advantage of the view I hadn’t allowed myself last night, but I hold back, forcing myself to take it slow. This moment isn’t about me—it’s all about her.
It’s why, as the knot comes loose, I push aside all thoughts of using the pink strip of fabric to tie her hands to the stool. While it’s something I wouldn’t mind suggesting another time, givenher current condition, it doesn’t feel the most appropriate. I’d much rather focus on being gentle.
I place my hand between the two pieces of fabric, relishing the way her soft skin feels against mine. My tongue darts out, licking my bottom lip as I push the robe aside. Half of her perfect body comes into view, and screw it. I can’t help myself as I push the other side away as well.
“Fuck Hollis,” I swear, though my words come out like more of a praise than a curse. “You are so goddamn gorgeous,” I gush, my eyes raking over every last inch of her exposed skin.
The only thing left keeping me from an absolutely perfect view is the same pair of black panties I’d seen the night before.
“Well,” she says, pulling me out of whatever trance I’d gotten lost in. “Are you just going to stare, or am I finally going to get this orgasm you talked about? This hangover isn’t going to cure itself.”
Oh, it’s fucking on.
I scoot forward in my stool, sliding my hands under her ass before lifting. She lets out a surprised yelp as her legs wrap around me. With one hand, I brush the food aside before setting her onto the counter. The burritos have long since been forgotten as Hollis becomes the only meal I care about.
The wicked smile on her face lets me know she more than approves, but I’m done holding back as I kiss that gorgeous smirk right off her face. If she wants an orgasm, then that’s exactly what I'm going to give her.
I could kiss her all day, but that’s not what this is about. My lips move again, working down toward her chest as I suck her perfectly erect nipple between my lips.
“Fletch,” she pants, her back arching toward my mouth. With one hand on the counter near her right thigh, the other cups her left breast, giving it equal attention as I suck and flick her nipple with my tongue.
Her hands weave their way into my hair, her fingernails digging into my scalp. The precious pain only eggs me on as I give her nipple one last flick before switching sides. I’m all for equal opportunity, and both of these beautifully perky tits deserve the same treatment.
The soft hums let me know she’s enjoying it, but I ache to see it for myself. I open my eyes and lift my gaze. Her head is dipped back in pure pleasure, her bottom lip captured between her teeth.
I'm desperate to give her more, so once again, I move down her body licking, kissing, and sucking every inch of bare flesh. This moment may be about her, but that doesn’t stop me from relishing her salty-sweet taste. My lips only stop once I reach the top of her sexy little black panties.
My hand runs over the front of them, a deep groan rumbling inside me as the wetness soaks through. “You already wet for me, Holls?”
“Fletch, please,” she whines, wiggling beneath my touch.
My name has never sounded so good coming out of her mouth. As much as I’d love to drag this out and make her beg, that’s a game for another time.
Not wanting to leave her hanging, I give in to what she so clearly needs. I slip my hand through the side, the pads of my fingers brushing her sensitive nub.
“God, you’re so fucking drenched,” I say, my finger finding her center as I trace the opening.
She whimpers as I repeat the motion. My fingers grow slick with her need before making the path toward her clit, her body jerking as I take it between my fingers.
I circle and tease the small ball of nerves and watch, hypnotized as she cries out, her body thrusting into my hand.
“Fletch,” she says, my name sounding a lot like a plea.
I know exactly what she wants, but I want to hear her say it.
“What, Hollis? Tell me what you need.”
“I need you to make me come.”
“And how do you want me to do it?” I ask, my fingers still moving in a teasing, circular motion.
“What—what do you mean?” she asks, her half-hooded eyes opening as she glances down at me.
