I leaned closer until my nose touched hers. “What do you know?”
She lifted her chin, brushing her lips against mine. “Everything.”
“Who are you?” I whispered, my cock thrilled to make her acquaintance again.
“Someone you desire.” Another light kiss. “Someone you deserve.” Kiss. “Someone you need.”
“Then why hide?”
“Because you’re not ready for me.”
My chuckle soft, I straightened, stepping back. “What makes you think I’m not?”
Her eyes on me, she spread her legs, lifting them over the armrests, one at a time. That position alone brought ideas to my devious mind. What did her cunt look like under the dark catsuit? Was it all wet and pink? I’d fucked it blind that night, now I wanted a view.
As if in answer to my question, she withdrew a knife from beside her and with her eyes on me, cut a slow line the length of her pussy. I hissed a low breath watching the tight material give way, revealing pink folds glistening under the night light.
“Are you planning to stand there all night glaring at my pussy, or would you like to put that dirty mouth to good use?” she asked, her tone unfucked dominance.
I stepped closer, positioning myself between her legs. “If I plan to eat your pussy, do I at least get a name?” I knelt.
Hidden in the shadows of her hoodie again, I couldn’t see her eyes, but it would take an idiot not to believe they weren’t alert, watchful, fire.
“I’ll think about it,” she whispered.
I chuckled, hooking my arms under each of her thighs. It would be easy to strip her naked and removed her mask but where would be fun in that. I liked this element of mystery; it gave my cock a good squeeze.
My gaze dropped from her face, down her body to the apex of her thighs and her exposed pussy. I wouldn’t be a man if I said I didn’t salivate at the thought of tasting her. After she’d sucked my cock that night at the cemetery, I’d thought about her often, about returning the favor just to garner her response.
Would she lose control?
Milky skin, a clean-shaven mound, pussy and thighs glistening with her arousal met my gaze. I smirked, suddenlyravenous, and looked back up at her. She bit her bottom lip, the only indication to suggest my expression affected her.
“Beautiful.” I complimented, leaning in, letting her scent sneak into my nose, my pores, my skin.
Pushing her hoodie back, her hands slid down next to her thighs, covering mine. Intrigued by her show of emotion, I settled back on my haunches, keeping my gaze trained on hers as I leaned forward, so that when my tongue connected with her pussy, I was staring into her eyes and taking in her reaction.
One soft swipe and she gripped my arms, arching her back, shoving her pussy into my face. Smiling, I rolled my tongue through her entrance, slowly licking up her folds to her clit. She tasted sweet, nothing like I’d imagined. Just before I touched the sensitive nub, I swiped back down to her entrance.
A jerk of her body followed by a soft gasp hinted her expectation. I did it repeatedly, forcing out her frustration as she lifted her hips, trying to direct my tongue to where she wanted. I chuckled and felt the sting of her desperation when she closed her eyes, slid both hands up to my head, fisting the hair.
“Open your eyes and look at me or I stop.” Her nod earned praise. “Good girl.” A soft sound left her, almost like a scoff.
Smiling, I pushed my tongue into her entrance, lapping aggressively. Skillfully showing her who was in control, no longer soft or exploratory, thrusting in and out until she was panting and moaning. Gripping her ass, I lifted her off the seat, tilting her and giving me deeper access to her pussy. She fought the urge to close her eyes, her legs moving up to drape over my shoulders, thighs thick and firm enough to do some serious damage, clamped my head, her hips slowly rocking as she rode, my face.
When I finally glided my tongue over her clit, she jerked, shuddering, her nails digging into my scalp. “Remo,” she criedout, her knees crossed at the back of my head, pulling me deeper into her pussy.
Fuck, she was leaking on my tongue and I fucking drank her down, sucking and biting enough to drive her wild, her rocking faster now. I could feel her muscles tightening, desperate for relief, the sounds of my mouth playing through her wetness, filling the quiet around us.
I looked up and even through the eye holes of the mask, I could see her eyes were hooded and drunk on desire. My mouth still latched onto her pussy, I pulled her to the edge of the seat, gripped her lower back and stood with my arms bracketing her ass.
She let out a startled gasp then leaned into my hold, trusting me enough to keep rocking. Turning, I slammed her back up against the wall, plunging my tongue deeper, her moans growing louder. Her legs began shaking and I pulled my tongue out of her pussy, licked her clit once and blew warm air over.
She froze for a second before her entire body shivered. I waited for just a second and then closed my mouth around her clit, sucking it hard into my mouth, alternating between tongue and teeth.
Nails biting into my scalp, she began riding my face, faster as her orgasm hit. “Oh fuck!” Her hips bucked hard, forcing me to tighten my grip to keep her up on the wall. “Oh, god.”
Her eyes rolled back as her muscles stiffened and she trembled uncontrollably. I kept sucking until she fell apart, her groans bouncing off the balcony walls. When she finally came down from her high, I lowered her to the floor, caging her trembling body against the wall.
