I let my tongue slide from the back, slowly, all the way to her clit, still refusing to get rid of the final barrier between us.
With my hands on her backside, I adjust her upward to let me kiss the inside of her upper thigh, letting my lips caress the soft skin there. I gently work my way back up to her center,leaving a lingering kiss on her pussy before doing the same to her other inner thigh.
The bedsprings groan as I move over her, pressing soft kisses to her gently rounded mons. She gasps, and her fingers cling to the short hairs on the back of my head.
“Please…please…please!”
My thumbs hook on the outer edges of the waistband of her panties, and I tug them down her thighs. She wriggles them off.
“You got some energy to get out, Ari.”
“Y-yes!”
I roll to my back. “Climb on up here and fuck my face.”
She whispers a frantic curse as I pull her on top of me, covering my ears with her pretty, soft thighs.
I open my mouth wide and flatten out my tongue, pleasuring her. Immediately, she moves on it, her damp folds opening. I lose myself in her movements, her responses.
Ari’s body twitches in awareness at my tongue there, and she gives a muffled cry.
“Foster…holy shit…yes…yes!”
Her words are barely above a whisper as she rides my tongue.
She likes being in control, and I love being a part of it.
I feel her clench as she comes hard, squirting on me.
I hold onto her through her body-wracking spasms, as she pulls everything from me. Every last bit of me I would give to her.
“Oh my god, Foster!”
She hurls herself off me and crashes next to me on the bed, gasping for breath and trembling.
“I’m a puddle,” she breathes.
“Then allow me to scoop you up.”
Cradling her against me, I savor her warm body nestling against my side, her breathing, her throaty laugh as I trace small kisses over her face.
“Now you.” Her hand grasps around my rigid length, but something comes over me just then.
It’s not that I don’t want to. I do, desperately, want to bed this woman. More than anything. But the still small voice in my head tells me to wait.
Wait until you’re truly alone. Make it special.
“Not yet,” I tell her.
I hear the smile in her voice as she says, “But I felt the condom in your back pocket. I’m not that tired. Unless…unless you don’t want to…”
The sound of her voice as she trails off breaks my heart.
I roll to my side and face her in the darkness. Even though it’s too dark to see my eyes, I need her to know this. “It’s not about whether I want to or not. I do. Every time I look at you, I imagine carrying you off to my cave and rutting into you like some kind of animal.”
“Oh,” she says hoarsely. “Then let’s go do that. That sounds fun.”
With a laugh, I pull her tighter to me. “We will. Soon. But right now I want you to get dressed because I just know the second the lights come back up, someone will see us, and I don’t want to embarrass you.”
