Her nipples.
Whimpering at the way they harden isn’t something I deny myself.
And neither is grumbling when I hear the faint sound of her zipper lowering or groaning when the fabric falls to her feet revealing a lacy, black pushup bra struggling to contain her tits.
“LutherTeddyMarvinhavemercy,” incoherently free skates during the folding of my frame forward to indulge in a deeper look. “No song could ever do you justice, Gillybean.”
The color of her dress coats her cheeks; however, she doesn’t stop her actions.
She d-man dives into them.
Kicks her chin upward and removes the only barrier that blocks her from being completely naked.
Every inch of her golden toffee brown skin summons me to scoot closer.
Drink her in.
Guzzle her down like an early morning espresso on a red eye to an out of country tourney.
My fingers unconsciously twitch in tandem with my tongue, desperate to trace each stretched line, circle the tiny moles, leave my mark in the form of bites near her dark nipples and bruises all along her thick, toned thighs.
There isn’t a single part of her that doesn’t somehow look softandsturdy.
Suppleandstrong.
Tenderandtended to, which is exactly what I plan to do for the rest of my fucking life.
“Can you be a good girl for me and turn around?” My tongue steals a wolfish swipe of my lips. “Nice and slow?”
“Be a good boy for me and use your manners,” she unexpectedly sasses back.
“Fuck,” escapes in a mindless muddled mess. “Please?” Sliding onto my knees in front of her occurs between pleading.“Please turn around and put that beautiful ass in my face.”
Not only does the woman I’m ready to start ring shopping for – I’m thinking yellow diamond like my favorite jellybean – fulfill my request, she takes it a step further by bending over to my right and planting her palms firmly on the mattress, giving me a full-on display that has my cock crying for attention.
I easily spin on my knees like I do on the ice and grant myself a view I could easily come from just looking at.
The combination of her beautiful round cheeks begging for my face to make a new home between them and wetness slathered along her inner thighs, imploring me to lap up any and every drop glistening, prompts me to proclaim, “So fuckin’ perfect, Gilly.”
Her face confidently curls over her shoulder.
“Fingers?” They lurch forward yet stop just short of touching. “Tongue?”
It’s her turn to whimper.
“Both?” An idea suddenly tips my head in intrigue. “Toy?”
Lips I wanna mount as much as want mounted on my dick create a perfect round shape on a purred, “Oh…”
“Looks like we have a play to make,” I announce prior to leaning over to grab the poorly hidden vibrator.
Executing the act itself is done slowly.
I wanna leave time for her to speak up.
Change her mind.
Express her insecurities or concerns or requests.
