I slide my hand up her side, lifting the flimsy material as I go.“I can live with that.”
I run my tongue over the pulse in her neck, over her jaw, before reaching her mouth, devouring every bit like I’ve been deprived all my life.
She tugs my hair at the nape of my neck whilst rolling her hips against me.I lean up, gripping the edge of her top and stripping it from her body.She’s bare underneath, making me groan.
I take her tit in my mouth whilst cupping the other, making her whimper.Every roll of her hips, every thrust that brings us together, has pre-cum leaking from the tip of my dick.
“Fuck!”I hiss, clenching my eyes closed.
“Take them off,” she demands, tugging at the band on my shorts.
Any other chick and I would already be stripped bare.Instead, I’m kissing my way down her body, until I’m on my knees on the floor because I need more.I grasp the back of her knees and drag her further down the bed until her legs are thrown over my shoulders.
I grip the band of her shorts like handle bars and rip them down her thighs.“You’re killing me, Sunshine.”
No knickers.
Trimmed pubic hair.
And her need, glistening.
Seconds it takes to get her shorts off.Seconds for my mouth to be on her, my barbell flicking over her clit.
“Sweet Jesus,” she groans.“That’s, um, that’s new.Fuck!”
I press a hand down on her pelvic bone, keeping her arse to the bed, forcing her to feel each stroke of my tongue.
Fuck.She tastes like sin and heaven in one.
“I...I can’t handle any more,” she breathes out when I ram a finger into her slick opening.
She grips the top of my hair, tugging at the strands, before grinding her pussy over my mouth.If my mouth wasn’t so busy, I’d smirk.It’s the hottest thing a chick has ever done in the bedroom.
A second finger slides right in, her walls clenching around them.
“Oh God,” she cries, but it sounds muffled.I glance up and she has her mouth pressed into the crook of her elbow.
I flick the sweet spot inside her with the tip of my finger, gently sucking her clit into my mouth.Her back bows, her arse pressing into the bed like she can’t take much more, when her orgasm tears through her.
“Reid,” she pleads, as I continue my assault on her pussy.Seconds later, the spasms come to a slow.
I remove my mouth, getting to my feet as I push my shorts and boxers down.Her eyes widen at the sight of my cock when it bounces free.I fist the tip in my hand, tugging it back and forth as I try to catch my breath.
“Move further onto the bed,” I demand, and it comes out rougher than intended.
She follows instructions like a good girl, stopping halfway to turn, reaching up to a tiny decoration on the headboard.Or what I assumed is a decoration, until she pulls, revealing a drawer.Her cheeks flush when a bunch of condoms fall out.
I arch an eyebrow.“That’s quite the stash.”
“Freya thought she was being funny.”
“Sounds like she was being a friend,” I murmur as I take one, ripping it open with my teeth.
She watches me, fascinated with what I am doing.“Will the piercing not rip through the condom?”
“No,” I rasp, wishing she would stop looking at me like she’s imagining all the dirty things she can do to me.
I spread her legs, causing her to whimper.“If you want to back out, now is the time to do it,” I grit out, rubbing the tip through her wetness.“I don’t know if I can be gentle.”
