Her breasts are full and bare, her nipples already taut, and the sight sets my control on edge.
She is perfection reincarnated.
The smirk never leaves her face.
She steps out of the thong slowly, then flicks it at me. I catch it without thinking and bring it to my nose, breathing her in deep.
Fuck.
I groan, slide it straight into my pocket, already knowing exactly what I’ll be doing with it later.
She gathers her hair into a ponytail and moves as if to walk past me.
“Show’s over,” she says lightly. “I need a shower.”
She doesn’t make it a step.
I close my hand around her ponytail and yank her back against me. She gasps, as her back collides with my chest, and I press my erection into her arse.
Keeping her head tilted back by her hair, I lower my mouth to the column of her neck, kissing it slowly.
My other hand slides forward, gripping her pussy.
I trail my tongue slowly upward until I reach her ear.
“You’re going to pay for teasing me,” I murmur.
Keeping my grip on her ponytail, I slip out of my shirt and let it drop at her feet as I force her down. She lands on her knees on the discarded fabric.
I release her hair and circle her, until I’m standing directly in front of her.
“Take it out.” I growl.
She looks up at me, biting her lip as her hands go to my belt. She works at the buckle, freeing me. I shove my jeans and boxers down, and my cock springs free.
She licks her lips as she watches me, and fuck, she looks like a goddess on her knees.
I’m obsessed with every inch of her, but those tits alone ruin me.
I intended to fuck her mouth, but the sight of her like this derails the thought completely.
“Get up,” I snap.
She hesitates, and I don’t wait. I haul her up, her legs circling my waist, and throw her onto the bed.
“So impatient,” she moans.
She’s already breathing hard, and we haven’t even begun.
I am feral for this woman.
“I want you lying down,” I tell her. “I want to fuck these tits. And—” I bend down and take one nipple into my mouth. “You can do double duty and suck me off at the same time.”
I smirk.
I take another tit into my mouth, then the other, my hands kneading as I move between them. I don’t give her time to respond before my mouth presses back to hers, the kiss deep and consuming.
She moans into me. Her hands tangle in my hair, scrape down my back, clutch at the T-shirt I haven’t bothered to remove. She’s frantic, desperate, and I fucking love it.
