She looked up at me, eyes cloudy with desire as she moved to straddle my waist. “Why’d you stop me?” she asked, her voice thick with need. Then she reached for my free hand, taking my wrist. “I wanted to. See?” she asked, pressing my hand between her thighs.
She was right.
She was soaked just from going down on me.
My fingers slipped into her panties, stroking up her cleft to find her clit, then working it in torturously slow circles.
Her hips rocked as her head fell back, her breath coming fast.
“Colter,” she whimpered, voice desperate.
I pressed my thumb into her clit as my two fingers shifted down to slip inside her.
Fuck, the sound that escaped her nearly stripped me of my self-control right then.
Her hands shifted down, gathering up her skirt again, but this time pulling all the way up until she tossed it to the side.
“Fuck,” I groaned as my gaze slid over her.
Whatever I’d been imagining (and I’d been doing a lot of that), it paled in comparison to what was right in front of me.
“I need to taste you again,” I said, fingers sliding out of her.
The sound she made was both a moan and a grumble at the same time.
“Come up here,” I demanded, hands sinking into her ass as I moved to lay flat and pulled her until she was straddling my face. “Sit,” I demanded, pulling her down.
Her moan was long and deep as her thighs shook.
It wasn’t long before she was rocking against me, chasing the sensation of my tongue, trying to drive herself to that edge more quickly.
Until, suddenly, she lifted up.
“What…” I started.
But then she was moving, turning, and lowering back down again, but this time facing my feet so she could suck me back into her mouth.
“Fuck,” I groaned before I grabbed her ass and pulled her fully down again, working her as she did the same for me.
And as I did, as the pleasure bloomed through her, she moaned around me, intensifying the sensations.
My fingers slid inside her again, stroking fast and deep. And she matched her rhythm to mine.
Until we were both at that edge.
Until we were both tense and shaking.
She got me there first, sucking me deep, and swallowing.
Then she came with me, crying out against my thigh.
She’d just managed to drop down at my side on the bed when I heard the jingle of Sugar’s collar coming down the hall.
“You gotta get up,” I told her, slapping her ass as I jumped up and yanked my pants up my legs.
“Not possible,” she grumbled.
Won’t lie, I liked that.
