Her eyes narrow in frustration.
“I want you to get on your knees and make up for leaving me hanging earlier. I’m dying here, I need?—”
Her breath catches as I follow orders and sink to my knees before her. “Oh. Oh God,” she whimpers as I kiss down her thigh. Both of them glisten with her wetness, evidence of her suffering. “Oh, please. Yes, yes,” she gasps as I close in on where she wants my mouth the most.
I keep my eyes on her, watching her watch my progress with dark, hungry eyes.
Will I ever get enough of this woman? I really fucking hope not.
“That’s it,” she praises, just like I do to her. “A little more.” I tease her, kissing her lips, dragging my tongue up the dip between her thighs and her pussy. And when I don’t think she can take any more, I latch onto her clit and she slaps her hand across her mouth, smothering the scream.
I eat her like a starving man, lapping at her juices and sucking on her clit as if it’s the last meal I’ll ever have.
She writhes on the counter, desperately trying to get closer, to take more.
“Oh God, please,” she cries, her pussy strangling my fingers like you wouldn’t believe. My cock weeps, desperate to be inside her. But she asked for my tongue, and I fully intend to deliver. There’s always round two.
Forcing my own needs aside, I don’t let up until she’s screaming out my name, trembling on the counter as I finally let her have that lost orgasm.
It goes on and on, and I watch every beautiful second of it.
She slumps back against the vanity, exhausted and happy, desperately trying to catch her breath while I wipe her juices from my mouth.
“Better?” I ask proudly.
Her eyes drop to my crotch, taking in the way my cock is tenting the fabric.
“So much better,” she muses before her tone lowers. “Take them off.”
Her demand throws me for a second, but as her words register, I jump into action, shoving my sweats and boxers down, letting them pool around my ankles.
“And your shirt.”
I whip it off in record time as she gently lowers herself from the counter, her eyes locked on my body.
“Wrap your hand around yourself,” she commands as she stalks closer.
My jaw pops with my first stroke.
But as good as my own hand feels, it’s got nothing on hers, or her mouth, or her pussy. Goddamn. She’s ruined me for anyone but her.
“So hot,” she muses, dragging her bottom lip between her teeth.
“Yeah,” I murmur. She really fucking is.
“Tell me what you want?” she asks, remaining just out of reach.
“I want you on your knees, baby. I want to feed you my cock.”
“Mmm,” she hums. “Will you come down my throat?”
“Too fucking right,” I agree, my hand moving faster at the image that fills my head. “You love sucking my cock, don’t you, dirty girl?”
She bites her lip again. “You know I do. Makes me feel powerful.”
“You’re the boss, baby.”
She smirks, something I should recognize flashing in her eyes, but I’m too lost in the lust haze.
