When I release her hands and take over for her, she lifts her hips so I can slide the leather the rest of the way down. I run a finger along the arch of her foot, listening to the catch in her breath. It grows more frantic when I glide my hands up her shins and around her knees. She’s so soft, her skin smooth and hairless. The slight indents on her inner thighs draw my eyes when I feel them. They’re lines that are nearly silver in colour, invisible unless you’re searching for them.
“You’re beautiful.”
I hear her throat pull with a swallow. “You think so?”
“Mm. The most perfect thing I’ve ever seen. Everywhere.”
I lower myself to run my mouth across her thigh, leaving soft kisses over those marks. She tries to draw them shut, but I shake my head and pull them open, guiding her knees closer to her chest. It’s so easy to move her closer, the bunched material of her tube top helping her slide along the marble.
“Do you want to keep going?” I murmur, bringing my face higher.
Her scent draws me closer, until I can feel the heat from her pussy. I pause, waiting for her words, even as my fingers tease the soft lace of her panties at her hip.
“Yes,” she whispers.
I turn my head and press my mouth to the wet fabric. Sucking, I take my first taste of her and fist her panties with a dark groan. My tongue flattens over the shape of her, and I glide it up and down.
She tries to straighten her legs and presses up against my mouth. “More.”
I’m too weak to ignore her. To tease and make her beg. That’s not who I am, and it isn’t who I need to be with Aubrey. If she asked, I’d beg for her. On my knees or with my hands tied behind my back. Whatever she needs.
Without a second thought, I shift my hand and tug her panties aside, baring her. My mouth is so close—I don’t waste a second. My tongue parts her lips and glides through her wetness before I give myself a moment to look at her. I can do that later. When I’ve made her come and drank every drop.
“Shit!”
Aubrey tries to jerk off the island, but I shake my head and run my tongue over her clit. She gets one leg straightened and presses her thigh to my cheek, trying to draw me closer. It’s impossible, but I let her attempt it, not planning on retreating anytime soon.
I’m hungry. Fucking famished, and the only thing that will sustain me is this glistening pussy.
“Jesus,” I murmur, digging deeper and wiggling my tongue into her tight opening.
Her moans fill the kitchen, leaving imprints in my mind that will be engrained in me forever. I trail a hand up her body andpinch her nipple, rolling it as I suck on her swollen clit. Her sweetness drips down my chin and onto the marble, making me grin against her.
“How many times have you wanted me right here, Aubrey?” I ask lowly, making sure she can feel the rumble of the words.
“Too many. I’m—It’s better than I thought it would be.”
I lash my tongue over her clit and hum in agreement. It’s so easy to glide a finger inside of her. She spreads eagerly around me, so wet that I can add a second soon after. Her chest arches up and away from the island as she whines and clenches tight around my knuckles.
“You’re going to come on my face, baby. I want you dripping down my chest before I take you to your room and fuck you,” I groan, beginning to move my fingers in and out.
The mess she’s making doesn’t help ease the discomfort in my groin. I’m throbbing and wet with precum, making my briefs stick to me awkwardly.
I move faster, distracting myself with the taste of her pussy. She slaps a hand to the island and brings the other to my hair, digging her fingers in it. Curling my fingers, I tap her top wall and lap at her clit, pushing her closer to the climax I can feel building. Her gasped breaths are followed by soft whimpers that grow frantic, desperate.
“That’s it,” I rasp, unrelenting in my movements. “Let me give this to you. You deserve it. You’re so good for me. I want to feel you come so bad, Aubrey.Please. Please come for me.”
My eyes shut in pleasure when I feel her clamp down around me, but I force them open so I can watch her break. She pushes up on her elbows and stares down at me with her puffy lips parted around words that grow lost between her soft sounds of pleasure. There’s no stopping me from making her come. Right now, it’s all I want.
And when she falls back to the island and squeezes my head between her thighs, she gives it to me.
“Fuck, Finn!” she cries.
My scalp burns from how hard she pulls my hair, but I ignore that, working her through her orgasm until she’s too sensitive. The flutter of her pussy follows my fingers when I ease them out and suck them clean. My mouth is soaked, but I can’t be bothered to wipe it off before pushing up her body and kissing her.
She doesn’t care that she’s tasting herself. Her lips move against mine with an urgency that tells me she’s far from done, and I don’t waste another second before scooping her into my arms and carrying her through the condo.
We’ve only just gotten started.
