Watching the two of us—as Presley nibbles on her bottom lip with her eyes locked on mine—we look sexy as fuck.
“Kade. I want more.”
I bite down on her neck, then lick the sting away. Spinning her around, I kneel before her. I kiss her stomach as I pull her leggings down. A wet spot sits on her underwear and I suction my mouth around it. God, I can’t wait to taste her.
“Face the mirror, Pres.”
She does as I say and I slip between her legs to lick her folds. From down here, I can see every reaction she’s having.
Pleasure is written all over her face as she moans and whimpers with each lick and suck. I strum her clit as she rocks over my mouth. I throw her leg over my shoulder to get a better angle.
“Hold on, Pres.”
“Watching you eat me out is hot.”
“You taste even better,” I say.
“Make me come, Kade.” Her eyes are locked on mine.
“Always so greedy.”
“When it comes to you? I want everything.”
I push three fingers inside of her as I suck down on her clit. I swirl my tongue around the tiny bundle of nerves as she starts to come on my fingers.
I curl them inside her as I work her through her orgasm.
“Kade.” She pants my name over and over.
Fuck, yes.
Hearing her reaction to how I make her feel makes my cock punch against the zipper of my jeans. I cannot wait to get inside her.
Pulling back, I wipe her release from my mouth.
“So fucking delicious, Pres.” Her gaze is hazy, not quite focused on me. I stand, pulling her back against my front. “You ready for me?”
“Hell, yes.”
Stepping back, I start to shed the last of my clothes as I grab a condom and hold it between my teeth as I slide out of my jeans and boxer briefs.
Presley takes the condom and rips the packet open andsheathes me. Her fingers on my hard length make it harder to control myself. They feel so damn good as she continues stroking me.
“I thought you were ready.”
Her smile is devious. “I like teasing you.”
“I like your hands on me.” I step closer, pushing my dick through her fist. “You’re not the only one. Now, turn around.”
She does as I say and holds on to the mirror. I take a minute to appreciate every single inch of her. Her soft skin. The swell of her breasts. The pink on her cheeks. How she looks at me.
I will never get over that last one. It’s the look of love. The way I’ve always looked at her. Fuck.
I can’t wait another second and push inside of her. She’s still fluttering from her orgasm and I still.
“Why aren’t you moving?” she asks, shifting her hips.
I drag a finger down her arm. “Because I want to appreciate how good you feel.”
