“I’m not going to argue with that,” I say hoarsely. “That sounds really helpful.” Before she fully wraps her mouth around me, I add, “There’s a pillow on that chair.” I point next to her. “You could put that under your knees, so you don’t get sore.”
She grabs the pillow and smirks up at me. “So considerate.”
I groan. “With that mouth and the way you look on your knees, staring up at me, I don’t think it’s going to take very long…for me to get…help.”
“We’ll just have to see,” she says. “I’ll do my best to give you what you need.”
“My sweet Dahlia! If I didn’t know better, I’d think that’s dirty talk coming out of?—”
She wraps those gorgeous lips around me while I’m in mid-sentence, and God have mercy, I’m rendered speechless.
When I get some of my wits about me again, I’m able to moan “Dahlia” and “Oh my God, so good” and “fuck, Dahlia, what are you doing to me?” but my thoughts sort of short-circuit beyond that.
The next thing I’m saying is “I’m coming,” and it’s embarrassingly quick at that.
She stares up at me, not losing a beat, and I gush into her mouth. She swallows every drop.
“Where did you come from?” I manage to get out.
She slides off of me with a pop and wipes her lips delicately.
“Near Lake Harriet,” she says.
I burst out laughing, and so does she. I reach for her hand, which she takes as she stands up.
“Thank you,” I say, pushing her hair back. “That was incredible. I was not planning to finish like that. I wanted to make you feel good, and it just…caught me by surprise.”
“I loved making you feel good. It was a rush for me.”
I reach between her legs, dipping inside her, and my mouth waters. “You are dripping. It turned you on to suck my cock?”
Her cheeks flush, and she leans her face against my chest.
“Yes,” she moans quietly.
I lift her chin. “Don’t be shy.”
I pick her up and wrap her legs around my waist. I’m already hard again, and she gasps when she feels me between her legs.
“Do you see what you do to me?” I ask. “Tell me to stop if you don’t want this, because I think I could go all day and all night and never get tired of fucking you.”
She groans. “Me too,” she says. “I don’t want you to stop, ever, and the things you say…I’m not used to talking like this, but I love it.”
She buries her face in my neck. I wrap my hands around her ass and squeeze her against me.
“You like my dirty talk, Doll?” I ask, carrying her to the bed.
“I love it,” she says.
“Tell me what you want me to do to you. What’s your fantasy? What sounds good to you right now?”
She swallows and looks me in the eye. “I wanna lean against this bed and for you to fuck me from behind.”
I set her down so fast that we both start laughing.
“You don’t have to ask me twice.”
She turns around and puts her hands on the bed, her ass sticking out. It’s such a beautiful sight, I can hardly take it.
