My cock throbs painfully as I stumble through the house, one hand on her ass, the other in front of me--she needs no help staying put between her arms locked around my neck and her legs circling my waist. I don't think I could unlatch her if I wanted to, which I do fucking not.
I kick off my shoes on the way, and she's kissing my neck, my jaw, behind my ear, sucking hard enough to bruise. I'm so distracted, I hit my shin on the bed frame and barely notice. And then I all but jump into bed with her, pin her with my hips and mouth. I cup one heel and pull off her shoe, then the other, glad she had on sneakers that didn't require real attention to remove. She's clutching at my shirt, tugging it up and I have to break the kiss to rip it over my head, tossing it. Her hands are on my chest, her lips whispering,Fuck, Grey,before I have time to kiss her again. My cock pulses against her pussy through the thin fabric of my underwear. I'm grinding against her, unable to stop myself, but the friction isn't enough.
Never enough, never enough, need her.
I force myself to break the kiss, still my hips. Slow down. Take her glasses, put them on my nightstand, the sight of them there doing something to my heart. Then I back off the bed, stand at the foot.
"Get on your knees," I command, my voice rough.
She's panting, her eyes locked on mine as she does as she's told, kneeling on my bed, chest heaving and hands flat on the outsides of her thighs.
I hook my thumbs in my jeans and Jockeys and shove them down. My cock juts out, thick and aching, the cool air a relief for half a second before the heat takes me over again.
"Show me your pussy."
Her breath catches. One hand reaches for the hem of her skirt in front, her fingers curling around it. She pulls, exposing herself, her other hand sliding from her hip to the juncture where it meets her thigh, sliding it down along the crease.
I can't fucking breathe. "Good fucking girl." My eyes are on her hand as it absently strokes the top of her thigh. "Touch your pussy. Tell me how wet you are."
She's barely breathing either, her face soft with lust and fingers inching toward her pussy. In her other fist is her skirt hem, nestled beneath her beasts.. Her hand is elegant and beautiful as she reaches between her thighs, fingers curling, the longest of them extending to stroke herself.
Both of us moan. My cock is in my hand. "Tell me."
"I'm soaked," she breathes, playing with herself, her fingers rolling around in her wetness, eyes fluttering closed. "God I'm so wet and empty, I need--I need--"
My cock is heavy and throbbing in my fist. "I know what you need, baby. You know I'll give it to you," I promise, kneeling on the bed in front of her. Eyes on her breasts, I hook the scoop neckline and front of her bra and pull--slowly, her tits bulge, then burst loose, dropping together with a bounce I feel all the way down my spine to the base of my cock.
Moaning, I reach for them, bury my face in the flesh where I suck and lick and bite, working her nipple with one hand. The other slides between her thighs, nudging her finger out of the way so mine can take its place. Clutching my head to her breasts,she sighs a moan, her other hand strokes the top of mine while I stroke her, her wet middle finger trails up and down mine like she's touching herself.
I'm losing my mind, crawling out of my skin with need. My hand abandons her pussy to clamp my arms around her, pulling her so close, not close enough--never enough, can't get enough--sucking my way up her neck, so deep in my desire that I'm not aware of myself until my cock nudges the hot dip of her pussy.
My hips buck but I manage to shift my torso so I don't penetrate her, and she gasps, her lipschasingmine, not getting away. I back up, trying to get control.
"Not yet, peaches."
"But I--"
"I need to taste you." The hunger in my voice is desperate. Take your fucking top off. I want your titties bare."
She crosses her arms to grab her top and pull it off, but her bra is more trouble, considering the size of her breasts. I reach behind her and unsnap it with one hand. It slides down her arms and away.
"Good, so good," I tell her, palming her breast. "You're so good, Molly. Lay down."
She does, her eyes on mine trusting, heavy with desire. She's naked except for the little skirt I want to rip to shreds, her knees together. "Open up," I demand, crawling toward her, pleased as her thighs spread, her pussy pink and glistening. My mouth waters at the sight. I slide my arms under her thighs, mouth open, tongue extended, the heat of her slick and slippery and soft. My eyes are closed, my heart pounding, my lips latching, my tongue flicking, and it's not enough, never enough, and I want to drown, want her to smother me, want her--
My hands clamp her waist, and I roll, flipping us over.
She makes a surprised noise, her hips shifting, separating us--I can't pin her like this, but that's not what I want.
"I--what--"
"Sit on my face, peaches."
There's no room for misunderstanding. A full body blush spreads across her skin.
"I'll hurt you, crush you--"
I almost laugh. I'd die happy suffocating between her thighs. "You're not gonna hurt me. Sit. All the way." When she hesitates, I add, "Trust me," guiding her with pressure on her thighs. Her pussy hovers above me, so pink and pretty, the scent of her arousal twisting me tighter, the sweetest torture.
