I winked, “Something about a man on his knees for a girl.”
“Get used to it. Bout to show you one of my favorite pastimes.” He teased.
And he didn’t lie.
Cause once both my boots were gone, he stripped me of my jeans, and then he did the sexist thing known to man.
He removed my black lace panties with his teeth.
Fuck. Me.
But I wasn’t going to let his statement go; therefore, I warned, “Don’t ever talk about things you did with any other woman.”
He winked up at me, “Yes, ma’am.”
And then, I forgot how to breathe, how to think.
Against my pussy, he said in a ragged tone, “Breathe, baby.”
I did.
At the same time, his beard rubbed deliciously between my thighs... oh sweet baby Jesus.
His tongue hit my folds, spread them open, and then he found my clit.
My back arched.
My hands braced on top of the island.
He feasted on my pussy.
His fingers moved to insert first one finger, then a second, then a third, “Fuck, I could live right here,” he groaned as he dove back in and feasted.
I moaned, “I’d let you.”
Then he did something with his tongue, and I tensed, “Again. Fuck. Yes.”
He didn’t hesitate to do it over and over as his fingers channeled into my waiting heat.
And as I was about to come apart, he growled, “Not without me.”
Then, before I could say a single word, I was up and off the island, spun around my back to his front, and then he was there.
I didn’t even realize he had already shucked his boots, jeans, and boxers.
Not until his hard cock probed my entrance, “Haven’t been with a woman since Madalyn came into this world. I’m clean.”
“Haven’t been with anyone since I was nineteen. I’m clean too.” I told him. Then I said, “I take the shot for birth control. Only to help with my periods.”
“You want me bare?” he asked as he pressed a kiss on my shoulder, his fingers playing with my folds.
I turned my head to lock my eyes with his as I asked, “You trust me to give it to me bare?”
“Fuck yes.” He growled.
And then his fingers fell away, and then he said, “Brace for hard and fast, baby.”
I braced.
