I run my fingers down her belly, and she has that teasing, almost sinful glint in her eyes, like a little mischievous fox. I lower my lips to her belly, biting the sensitive skin under her navel while working on her belt. I curl my fingers behind the hem of the jeans and slide them off completely, together with her sneakers, leaving her in the lacy thongs on the cold marble surface.
I take in the view again—my little golden goddess.
“You keep looking at me like that and I’ll lose every ounce of discipline I have.”
She giggles, and Jesus fucking Christ, that sound ranks somewhere at the very top of my favorites.
I lower myself between her legs, sliding the lace aside, already feeling how wet she is as her eyes fall shut and her back arches instinctively.
I haven’t touched her yet and she’s already squirming. She’s so fucking incredible.
“You’re always so wet for me,” I murmur, just before my mouth finds her pussy, taking my time, tasting, teasing, dragging my tongue slowly before pressing into her entrance, then moving up again, deliberate, unhurried, until she’s already losing control.
She tastes so fucking good, I can’t get enough of this.
When her hand dives into my hair, I fill her up with two fingers, her body tensing in my hold as she lets out those nice soft squeals.
She reacts to everything, every movement, every shift, and I swear I could stay right here forever.
I keep her there, exactly where I want her, bite her a little bit down there so she makes that tiny scream I love before finishing her entirely, pushing her higher, drawing everything out until her body tightens, her legs trembling around me, her pussy gripping desperately, like she’s not ready to let go.
As soon as her body goes limp and her addictive moans stop leaving her mouth, I pick her up and turn her around, bending her over that cold surface, gripping her hips and lifting them higher so her feet are dangling in the air above the ground. I open my jeans and take out my cock, painfully hard and desperate.
She slams her palms on the surface beside her body for balance as I slide the material to the side and position my tip right at her entrance, not pushing in yet. I run my fingers through her hair, gathering most of it into my hand and wrapping it twice around my fist so I can hold her in place, lacing my other hand with hers against the surface before sliding into her all the way to the hilt, without hesitation.
“Fuck!” She always screams so nicely from the shock.
I will never get used to this—this moment, that first thrust inside. She’s never ready for it, never ready for what follows, and she loves it. I let my head fall against her back, breathing out theoverwhelming rush that always hits me all at once, so intense it nearly makes me finish right there.
She’s so tight. So soaked.
I steady myself for a moment, just enough to keep going, and press a kiss along her spine as I start moving inside her, slow at first, drawing it out, pulling those high, broken sounds from her until her body gives in enough for me to pick up the pace.
“I love hearing you like this,” I murmur against her skin, my lips dragging along the curve of her back. “You’re mine. Say it.”
“Mhm, yours,” she breathes, the word dissolving into a louder moan.
Her voice is fully wrecked, ruined in the most beautiful way. Her back arches in front of me, her body pressed flush against the surface—golden, delicate—while I hold her there, her ass absolutely irresistible, right in front of me, mine.
I grip her hair, just enough to tilt her head back, exposing her throat as I lean in close to her ear.
“I swear I’d worship you.”
I can’t even talk anymore as I’m fighting myself to last longer. I drag my other hand under her body to find her pussy and gently rub her clit to make her cum with me.
She lets out a last desperate whimper before her body shudders in my hold. I thrust more, not holding back, riding her shaky orgasm out, making it last as long as I can.
I let go of her hair to cover her mouth with my hand, catching the loud final cries.
Those muffled screams in my palm get me to a violent release, my face dropping on her spine as I feel my cum spilling inside her.
I try to catch my breath for a moment and slide out of her, cum leaking down her thighs. I hug her from behind and lift her up again, slowly putting her on the ground just to turn her around and sit her up once more to face her.
“I’m so addicted to you, it’s getting unhealthy,” I mumble as I drop my forehead on hers. Her beautiful face is flushed, light pink, with that cute, tired expression and a shy smile.
“Good,” she exhales with silent giggle.
I put a small kiss on the tip of her nose and take off the unbuttoned shirt I’m wearing over my T-shirt to clean the drops of cum running down her legs.
