"Mmhmmm," yeah I fucking like that. The question is, do I want to coach her into submission or coach her in torturing me.
She's already killing my resolve. She's already cracking every restraint.
I have battled back from the depths of addiction. I have won TP races across the world. And yet, I might never recover from Laney Matteson.
Her wide, excited, bright blue eyes, drink me in as I stand before her. I watch as she takes in my body, her mind already wondering what I'm going to do with her.
She's being such a good girl, waiting patiently for me to do what I want.
And what I want is to taste her.
I step between her legs and reach down to drag the slick juices of her pussy up her stomach to her tits. She gasps quietly and I grin.
"Lie down." I tell her with a gentle push at her sternum. She complies and I move my body over hers as she settles into my bed.
Without another word I bring my lips to her neck and begin kissing a trail along her jaw, behind her ear, across her collarbone, moving my way, slowly, down to where her pebbled nipples are begging for my mouth.
The only sounds in the room are her responsive noises and the distant hum of the city on the streets below.
If I wanted to, I could lose myself completely and ignore the entire world, focusing only on Laney, her needs, and our connection.
I have waited so long to taste her.
The sweet musk of her release imprinted on my brain when I balled up my boxers and brought them to my nose in the kitchen. And, like a bloodhound I follow the trail of her scent down her body and I will not rest until I have captured it.
Most exhilarating air I've ever consumed.
She rakes her fingers through my hair, tugging out the band holding it back, and I almost whimper as my strands fall free and brush against her skin.
Laney Matteson's touch could ruin me.
"My girl needs a connection?" I whisper as I run my nose along the swell of her breast.
"Yes." She says as her hips roll up involuntarily.
"Is your pussy begging for me, Laney?"
"Oh, gods yes."
"For my mouth? My fingers? My cock?" My fingers trace a figure eight around her nipples.
"Yes," She says, totally dazed.
"Which one, Laney?"
"I want your mouth."
She is better than any high I've ever chased.
Pure, transcendent, inspiring.
Gone is the restraint I have clung to desperately since I met her.
My teeth sink into the silken skin along her pelvis as I lower myself between her legs.
"Oh fuck, yes," she hisses. Her back arches off my bed as I broaden my tongue and lick up her entire cunt.
Now that I've tasted her, I can't stop.
