“Okay,” she says, leaning back in the seat.
Fuck me, even her feet are perfect. I remove both of her heels, then lift one of her legs and kiss her ankle. I set her foot backdown on the floor and stand. I reach for her hands and pull her up from the chair.
She turns and faces the bed and sweeps her hair over her shoulder, giving me access to the back zipper. “Unzip me?”
“Fuck yes.”
I’m so jacked up that I fumble with the small zipper for a minute until I get a good grip. Then I practically rip it off while I make my way down her back. As the zipper parts, I see a lacy red bra and, lower, a lacy red thong to match. When the zipper hits the end, she reaches around to the back and unfastens her bra, and it drops to the ground.
Am I holding my breath? I think I might be because I feel like I’m about to pass out from anticipation.
When she turns, I see the most perfect pink nipples. I slide my hands around her waist just as she grabs the button on my pants.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Vixen. How did I get so lucky to spend the night with you?”
“You’re not too bad yourself. Your body is insane. The abs … Jesus H. I can’t wait to run my tongue over them.”
She pushes my pants down my legs, and I step out of them. We’re facing each other, and we can’t hold back any longer. Our mouths collide, and I grab the backs of her thighs and lift her so her pussy fits directly over my hard-on in my boxers.
I walk to the side of the bed and lay her down without breaking our kiss. I drift a hand to the top of her thigh and make my way to her center. She’s soaked through the lace, and I push it aside and run my index finger through her wetness. I pull back and look into her eyes. “This is all mine.”
“Yes,” she moans. “Yours.”
I kiss her lips again, but don’t deepen it. I shove my boxers off, bend down, and kneel on the floor, grabbing the tiny strings of her thong and pulling it down her legs, revealing the prettiestpussy I’ve ever seen. It’s perfectly pink, just like her nipples, with a thin strip of trimmed hair, and she’s glistening. For me.
I drape one of her legs over my shoulder and grab under her thigh and spread her open to me. I can’t wait another second to taste her, so I bend my head and run my tongue from her hole to her clit. She’s just as sweet as I thought she would be, and I feel like I’ll never get enough of her. I could actually die between her legs and be thankful she allowed me to.
I lean in and press my mouth where she wants me most.
The sound she makes—low, broken, helpless—nearly undoes me. It shoots straight through my chest, straight through every place I’ve ever tried to keep under control. I grip her thigh harder, anchoring her to me because for a second, I’m not sure I can stay steady under the force of wanting her.
She tastes like heat and surrender and something dangerously close to addiction.
I don’t even try to slow down. I can’t. Not when she arches into me, not when her breath comes in uneven little gasps, not when she keeps whispering my name like it’s been pulled from somewhere deep inside her.
Every sound, every shiver, every press of her hips—it feels like it brands itself into me.
I tighten my hold on her, pulling her closer, sinking into her completely.
And the way she responds … God …
It’s enough to make me forget every line I swore I wouldn’t cross.
“Oh God, that feels so good.” She takes my head in both of her hands, holding me to her as I lick, suck, and devour her pussy.
I move my hand from her leg and push my middle finger into her, thrusting it in and out as I flick her clit with my tongue. Her hands fall from my head, but I see her grip the comforter by hersides. And when I look up her body, her back is slightly arched, and her head is tilted, eyes closed, mouth open, panting. She looks like a goddess.
When I start to feel her pulse around my finger, I suck harder on her clit and move my hand faster, creating more friction as she comes.
“Yes, just like that,” she moans. “Don’t stop.”
As if I could. I want to taste her cum on my tongue, and I want to lick up every drop.
When she starts to come, she tries to close her legs, but I don’t let her. I hold both legs in place as she rides it out.
“Oh my God. Fuck. Feels. So. Good.”
I’m so focused on her pleasure that I don’t even realize my own orgasm building. I mean, fuck, my hand isn’t even on my dick, and I blow. Just from making her come.
