“You’re absolutely stunning.” He runs a finger up the inside of my thigh and hooks it under the lace of my panties. “So wet too. Is this from riding my hand or sucking my dick?”
“Both.”
I gasp as he tugs upward, wedging the soaked material between my pussy lips. Wiggling my hips, I seek more friction.
He shakes his head, voice deep. “Ah-ah. It’s my turn now. Lie back, feet flat on the bed.”
I do as he says, trembling in anticipation.
“There we go.” He presses a kiss to my knee. “Keep them open. Eyes on me.”
It’s impossible to look away, especially when his mop of dark hair lowers and the scruff of his jaw scratches my sensitive skin. Pressing his face to my crotch, he inhales deeply, and the hungry, baritone groan that vibrates from his chest is carnal.
“Ooh. Yes.” My voice wobbles on a half-cry when he swipes the flat of his tongue from bottom to top before twirling it over my clit through the lace. One pass, and he’s snapping the flimsy material at my hip before flinging it across the room.
He stares up at me. “Bra off. I want to watch those gorgeous tits bounce as I fuck you with my tongue.”
I quickly unclasp my bra. They’ve never been my greatest asset, but from the fire burning in Warren’s eyes, he approves. Definitely a boob man.
“Now you owe me a new dressandnew underwear,” I tease while settling back into position, bearing myself fully to him.
He lowers to his stomach, a sly grin pulling at his mouth. “Tonight, I’ll give you anything you want.”
My hoarse cry fills the otherwise silent room as he buries his face into my pussy. No gentle introductions—he instantly devours me. Stiffening his tongue, he circles my entrance once before thrusting forward, making good on his promise.
“There we go. I knew you’d sing for me, Harriet.” I barely hear him over my desperate moans. “Don’t hide those pretty noises from me, sweetheart.”
Warren sucks, nibbles, and licks with determination.
Oral sex is one of the few ways a man can get me off, but it’s never happened this quickly. My arousal soaks the bedsheets, and a warm trickle, thick like honey, journeys through my body from deep within my core.
“I’m close. God, I’m close already.” My arms give out, shoulders hitting the mattress.
He pauses.
“No,” I whine, raising my head to scowl at him. “Don’t stop.”
“Eyes. I want to see the exact moment you come in those pretty blues. Be a good girl for me.” He strokes a hand up my ribcage and cups my breast. “Then, I’ll give you my cock.”
Pleasing him becomes fundamental. Balancing on my elbows, I watch as his head lowers again. This time, he lavishes my swollen clit with quick flicks of his tongue.
“Holy shit. Don’t stop.” I thrust my hips in time with his wicked mouth. “I’m c-coming. Shit, Warren, I’m coming.”
My orgasm races toward me at warp speed and lasts for an eternity.
“That’s it. Give it all to me,” he murmurs into my flesh.
Not once do we break eye contact. The top of his chocolate curls, dark brows, and severe gaze are all I see from between the apex of my thighs.
It’s overwhelming. Intense.
Before I look too deep into it, Warren wrenches his mouth away and crawls over me. I reach between our trembling bodies and fist his stiff length, pumping it before lining him up at my entrance.
He starts to push forward when he goes rigid. “Condom. Shit, please tell me you have a condom.”
I roll my lips over my teeth.
“Fuck.” His forehead drops to my shoulder. “I didn’t plan on having company this evening.”
