“Good. I only want to please you. In every way possible. There’s more I want to do for you right now, Iris.”
Her pretty eyebrows lift in curiosity. “What’s that?”
“Let me remove any doubt you have that I’m yours, and only yours.”
Her shoulders quiver.
“Are you cold?”
She shakes her head. “Excited. Nervous. Thrilled. Happy. So many things.”
We kiss again, and I lick into her sweet mouth, deeper this time. Claiming her. Sending no mixed signals. I want nothing more than to thoroughly fuck her, and her only. Period.
I reach down and untie the strap at her waist, tugging it until her wrap dress falls open. I brush the material aside, and it falls to the floor along with her cardigan. Her pretty nipples show through the lace bra, already hard and needing to be touched. With her eyes on me, Iris reaches back and unhooks her bra, letting it fall softly from her shoulders.
Reverently, I cup both of her breasts, feeling the weight of them in my hands.
My mouth salivates with the need to taste her and pleasure her. I lean in and drag my mouth over her throat, enjoying the way she wraps her arms around my shoulders and strokes the hairs on the back of my neck.
I move lower, kissing across her shoulders, down her breastbone, then move my mouth over one of her perfect breasts. I lick the tight nipple, slowly at first, until Iris lets out a small moan.
I move to the opposite breast, taking that nipple into my mouth and flicking my tongue over it, sucking until I can feel her fingernails score the back of my head.
“Oh…”
My kisses travel lower, until I’m kneeling in front of her, kissing and caressing her sweet belly, blazing a trail along her curves, over her hips as I roll her lacy panties slowly down her thighs. Eventually, they drop to the floor, and Iris kicks them to the side.
“I want to taste you, Iris. Will you let me taste you?”
Stroking the top of my head and gazing down at me with those gorgeous eyes, she nods.
In bed, she lies on her back against the throw pillows, and I take a moment to stare down at her, her breasts flushed, her eyes hooded with need. My Iris. My fucking perfect woman. I take my time kissing my way down the inside of her thigh, taking in her sweet scent as she spreads her legs for me.
My Iris shivers as I caress the soft skin at the front of her pussy, while my mouth finds its way slowly toward her center. I repeat this with the other thigh, kissing, licking, and gently scraping my teeth down to the inside of her knee. Every inch of her tastes like heaven, and the supple skin of her thighs trembles at every pass.
Finally my mouth finds its way to the center of her, and I kiss the front of her pussy.
“Oliver,” she rasps, scraping her nails through my hair.
I peek up at her, and her face is pink, her lips swollen and shining from our kissing.
“Touch yourself, Iris. Let me see it.”
With a shiver, I watch as she cups her breasts, one in each hand.
The sight of it nearly makes me come in my pants.
I spread her wide with both hands, and I’m overcome with the deepest ache. Hooking one of her legs over my shoulder, I can now see everything that I want in this moment. Her pretty cunt is open to me and only me.
I pet her there, ripening her sweet clit, knowing the ache grows inside her with my teasing. Finally, I dip my head down and have my first taste of Iris. She sucks in a breath at the first touch of my tongue to her slick folds. She is sweet and salty and made for me.
I explore more of her with my mouth, flattening my tongue, using it to caress her folds before fucking her with it.
“Oliver!” Iris gasps, pushing my head down.
At her urging, I bury my face in her dampness, licking her from her sweet hole to her tight clit.
When I reach that red tip, I take it into my mouth and suck.
