Her head drops back slightly as I pinch her nipple. “Courtney,” she pants, grinding herself against me.
I tug the top of the dress down. “No bra?” I growl, dipping my head to take her pebbled bud in my mouth. She cries out, shuddering. Her fingers run through my hair, holding my mouth against her as she squirms with pleasure.
“No knickers either,” she breathes, her words hardly audible.
I growl, shoving the dress further up her thigh to check. “Do you know how insane that makes me?” I hiss, biting the flesharound her nipple gently. “You being that close to Erik, and half naked?”
She giggles, her hand reaching between us and swiping through her folds. She grins as she holds them up, her glistening juices coating them. “I’m single,” she whispers, her eyes dancing with mischief.
I take her fingers between my teeth, before sucking them into my mouth and humming my approval at her taste. “I’m about to take my jealousy out on you, and you’re gonna let me,” I warn.
She pulls me closer for a kiss, her tongue running over my lower lip. “Do your worst,” she whispers.
I lower her feet to the ground. “Naked,” I tell her, stepping back. “Keep the heels.”
I drop into the armchair and watch as she slowly lifts the dress over her head, dropping it to the floor. Then she lowers to her knees, spreading her legs open and running her hand down her stomach until it settles expertly over her pussy. Her fingers dip into her wetness, and she sighs in pleasure.
I loosen my belt, keeping my eyes between her legs as her fingers stroke back and forth. My cock springs free, the head glistening with evidence of my excitement. I rub my thumb over the tip, spreading my cum before gripping my length in my fist and pumping a few times.
Leoni shudders, her eyes half closed, and then she brings her fingers to her mouth, tasting herself. I groan. “Crawl to me, Little Dove,” I pant, moving my hand faster.
She smirks, falling forward onto her hands and crawling slowly, making sure to sway her backside with each movement. She settles before me, running her hands over my knees and up my thighs. I push my cock towards her, and she leans closer, her tongue darting out to lick the end. I hiss, the contact sending sparks through me. Her hands move to her breasts, cupping them and pinching her nipples as she runs her tongue along mylength. And then she opens wider, sucking me greedily. I groan, my fingers running through her hair. I grip it at the roots and push her further down my cock, until I feel resistance. She gags, her eyes watering as I thrust up slightly.Fuck it feels good.
I gather her hair in my hand and gently tug her up my body. She follows my guidance without question, letting my cock fall from her lips before trailing kisses up my torso. She straddles me, and I pull her closer until her nipple is inches from my mouth again. “Fuck me,” I whisper.
She reaches between us, taking my erection and lining it with her entrance. Her hands go back to my shoulders, and she lowers painfully slow, her pussy sucking me in. I take her nipple into my mouth, and she jerks, a breathy moan slipping from her lips. She rocks against me; her eyes fixed on me as I continue to tease her.
“You’re not single,” I murmur, my hands going to her hips, forcing her to move faster.
“Warren––” The words die on her lips as a shudder rips through her. I cup her breasts, my mouth moving between each one, teasing as she rides out her orgasm. “Shit––” she cries, squeezing her eyes closed and jerking.
She collapses against my chest, but I’m not finished with her yet. I keep her around me, connected as I lift her and stand. Her arms hang loosely around my neck, her head against my shoulder, and the occasional shudder still leaves her.
I lay her on the bed and lift her legs to her chest, keeping them between us as I withdraw from her wet pussy. “You’re not single,” I repeat, slamming into her hard.
She cries out, her eyes shooting open. “Jesus,” she pants.
“That’s not my name, Little Dove.” I smirk, my hand going to her throat. “Say it.”
“Fuck you,” she hisses.
I grin, my grip tightening. “Try again, Leoni.”
“We’re not even friends,” she cries.
“We’re not,” I confirm, the feeling building the faster I move. “We’re way past that.”
I keep my hand on her throat, and move the other between us, my fingers brushing her swollen clit.
“Because you’re jealous,” she pants, jerking at the contact.
“Damn right,” I hiss, slamming harder into her.
She screams, her body shuddering and her back arching from the bed as she comes apart for a second time. I growl, unable to hold back as the feeling rushes from my toes, through my body, and I come hard, filling her. Groaning with pleasure, I shudder until every last drop has left my body.
My movements slow, my body slick with sweat as I press my forehead to her chest. “Shit,” I whisper. “That was––”
She shoves me from her, and I drop onto my back beside her. She sits up. “The last time we fuck until we talk,” she snaps, getting up and heading for the bathroom.
