She nods, breathless, tangling one hand in my dripping hair. My little chatterbox is speechless.Mine, I’m already thinking it. I’m so absolutely wrecked by this woman.
I strip her—baring her pussy before my hungry eyes. She’s even more beautiful than I imagined. Her tightly trimmed bush hides delicate pink petals I part with one finger. She was wet for me on the beach, and I had my first taste of her, but it’s nothing compared to being on my knees before this naked goddess.
I nudge her legs open wider and feast. I stroke my tongue through her slit, her sweetness exploding on my tongue. I squeeze my cock through my shorts to ease the tension. I want this to last.
I moan into her folds as I work, exploring her lips and holes with my tongue. She’s breathing hard and makes soft, delicious sounds. I chase those little tells, sucking, nibbling, and flicking—following her pleasure.
“Steven, wait—” she tightens underneath me. I press her harder, supporting her body with one thigh draped over my shoulder as I bury my face in her sweet smell. “I think I might—”
Her hands clench into fists, pulling my hair to the point of pain. I feel her dancing right on the edge. I encourage her to rock her hips, fuck my face, take what she needs from me. I make my tongue flat and wide and let her control the pace as she cradles my head and grinds against me. I slip two fingers into her tight, dripping pussy and she comes undone.
She yanks my hair back with both hands as her leg squeezes, holding me in place. Her body clenches and shudders around my tongue and fingers as she cries out, bending over and nearlysuffocating me within her folds. I can think of no better way to go.
Shakily, she slides down until we’re both on our knees. Her slick juices coat my face as she looks at me with half-lidded eyes.
“That felt so good.” She kisses me. I know she can taste herself on my tongue and it makes me want her even more. She fills my mouth, deepening the kiss, pulling me closer. This woman will be the death of me.
“You taste amazing,” I say when she lets me take a breath.
“Can we go to your bed?” she asks, flushed, hand dropping to the velcro on my shorts.
“Yeah,” I pant. She rinses her hair before I turn off the water and grab us some towels. I take a second to adjust myself before I explode. My clothes are still on and I’m already moments away from blowing my load.
She pads from the room with a towel in her hair and sits primly on my bed, the picture of patience.
“Lose the shorts,” she says, then lies back on the sheets, giving me a perfect view of exactly what’s to come. Maybe not so patient after all.
“Yes ma’am.” I rush to comply, the wet boardies slapping the tile as I scrub a towel over myself and practically run into the room. My cock is standing at attention, homing in on her pretty pink pussy.
I can’t help the flicker of pride in my chest as she licks her lips, admiring the merchandise. She reaches for me with both hands, twisting one over my leaking tip and making me groan. I have to be inside her. Have to feel her wet heat. Have to feel her fall apart for me again.
She crawls closer as if to take my cock into her mouth, but I shake my head. I won’t last a minute between her gorgeous lips. I don’t want to come in her mouth. I want this woman dripping with my seed. It’s a sudden, undeniable biological need.
“I want you just like this,” she says, reading my mind. “I want to feel you. With nothing in between us. Is that alright?”
I can hardly form a logical response. I climb onto the bed, hovering over her. She feels so small and fragile under my big body. Is she sure she can even take me? She continues stroking my cock with both hands, rubbing my tip through her slick, wet folds.
“Are you ready for me?” I ask, the words come out low, almost threatening.
“Fuck me, Steven,” she whispers, and I follow her command.
In one thrust, I’m sheathed inside her. Her tight channel wraps around me, clenching. She’s warm and deep. Paradise. Her nails dig into my shoulders as I remain still, buried inside her, letting her get used to the feeling.
“Give me more,” she whispers, impatient, eager. I shift my hips and she cries out again, her body tightening. “Please.”
That one word nearly breaks me. I can’t tease her anymore. I give her what we’re both craving, what my body has been begging for since the moment I first laid eyes on her—I thrust into Junie’s sweet pussy like it’s our last night on Earth.
Just when I’m about to hit my limit, she taps my shoulder and rolls us over so that I’m on my back. She adjusts her seat on top of me, wiggling her hips with me buried deep inside her. I loose a strangled groan and grab at her waist, holding her still, before something happens that we’ll both regret.
She looks at me, eyes wide, then seems to understand from the pained look on my face.
“I have an IUD,” she says simply, then gives me the sweetest smile I’ve ever seen. I have a moment to process the fact that an angel is sitting on top of me before she starts to ride—bouncing on my cock like she was born to do it.
“Does that mean—” I choke out, reaching for her clit with my thumb and rubbing small circles that make her mouth drop open. I need to hear her say it.
“Come inside me,” she whispers. “Please.”
That word again. Does she know what it does to me? I push down on her tight bundle of nerves and she clenches around me, milking my cock as I start to shudder.
