She sucks in a breath. “No. But apparently Vikings do.”
I chuckle, but she presses her ass back against my erection. “What do you want to do about it?”
She shivers against me and her legs fall open. Her hand slips beneath her shorts, but I grab her wrist.
“No, pip.” I can’t watch her fuck herself again. My self-control barely made it through the first time. “Let me take care of you.”
I draw her arms up and wrap them around my neck, stretching her body over mine.
“Yes, please,” she whispers and my cock jerks.
I skim my hands over her breasts. The cotton tank is soft to the touch, but I need to feel her skin. I gather the hem and slowly drag it up to reveal her breasts. I tug it off over her head and drop the tank on the floor.
Her fingers grab my hair tie and pull it loose, freeing my blond hair as she settles back against me. She slides her hands into my hair, sending little bolts of lust through my veins.
I move her slightly so I have the best view of her perfect breasts. In the shower, I held one and she pressed them against my back and chest. On her bed, they lifted with her every breath. But here and now, they’re finally mine to explore and admire.
They fill my hands as I take their weight. She gasps softly. Her nipples are pink and small, pebbled into two peaks, begging for my touch, my tongue. I want to suck them into my mouth, but I don’t want to move her again. Not yet.
Holding my finger in front of her lips, I whisper in her ear, “Suck on it, pip. Make it nice and wet for me.”
She moans and takes my finger into her mouth, sucking, licking it to perfection. Her thighs shift against each other. I draw my finger out and rub the wetness around her nipple. She whimpers and arches into my touch. I hold my other finger in front of her mouth and she takes it in, sucking it, while I play with her nipple.
I remove my finger and use her saliva to slide around her other nipple. She releases a small moan. Her legs move restlessly as she squirms on me. When I pinch her nipples, she gasps at the sudden bite of pain.
“Tell me, Sara,” my voice low and soothing, “what does a good girl do?”
She moans as I torment her nipples. “Whatever you want, boss.”
“Mmm, good girl.” I slide my hands down her sides and push her shorts down.
“I want to be your good girl.” Her fingers dig into my hair.
I lift her hips and slide her shorts and panties off, dropping them with her tank on the floor. Her breath shudders in and out of her.
When my fingers slide along her wet pussy, she sucks in a harsh breath.
“I want to taste you.” I kiss her temple as I shift with her. “Ride my face, good girl.”
“Dante,” she whimpers as I shift us into a position that will work.
I’m flat on the couch when I lift her and turn her. Dragging her up my body, I find her mouth with mine, while my hands explore her breasts between us. Her tongue slides against mine.
My shirt rode up when I shifted her so her bare pussy caresses my abs. How easy would it be to push my shorts down and slide my cock into her warm, wet heat? How good would she feel? So fucking tight. Fuck.
I drag her the rest of the way up until that pussy is right above my mouth. She kneels over me in the corner of the sectional and leans her arms on the back of it.
“You’re so wet, pip.” I part her pussy lips to look at her. Fuck, pink, glistening, beautiful. “Give me a taste.”
I grab her hip and pull her down so my tongue can swipe along her pussy.
“Ahh.” She tries to lift off me, but I grab her thighs and growl against her pussy. “Dante, oh, fuck.”
I latch on with my mouth, suctioning against her clit. Needy little noises come from her throat as I circle my fingertip around her entrance before sliding inside, thrusting it in and out. She finds a rhythm, grinding against my face.
Needing more of her, I draw my finger out and slide my tongue into her pussy, taking her essence. She’s heady, like a drug, and I want so much more.
“Oh, fuck.” Her hand clutches at my hair as her first orgasm bears down on her.
