“Touching me like how you did before,” she tells me.
In a move that surprises me, she yelps as I pull her up my body and fuse our lips together. One hand goes to the back of her head and the other slides down her body, to her hip, before wrapping it around her thigh and settling her astride me. Angie’s answering gasp at the move gives me access, and I slide my tongue inside her mouth and tangling it with hers. Her hips move over my hardening erection, and I kiss her harder, trying to move her the way I want, but can’t while on this couch.
Breaking the kiss, I sit up, holding onto her as I maneuver us off the couch and carry us to my room. It takes longer to get to my room than it should, as she tugs on my hair and rubs her greedy cunt over my stiff erection. I bump into things I never thought were trip hazards before. But when she tugs my bottom lip between her teeth, I push her up against the closest wall and devour her mouth. Angie’s moans are muffled as I slide a thighbetween her legs, all the while I kiss her like I never have before. Her hips begin to rock back and forth on my thigh as she takes charge of her pleasure. When she finds her rhythm, I break the kiss and move down, nipping at her neck and soothing the sting with licks of my tongue. My hands roam over her body before landing on her hips and moving her harder and faster. I pull back to watch as her hands land on my forearms, and I know from the hitch in her breathing and her grip on my arms that she’s about to come.
“Eyes on me, Angel,” I order.
Her eyes slide up to mine, and with every move of her hips over my thigh, her baby blue eyes turn dark as night. Angie lets out a sensual moan as she comes, and I feel the warmth of her release on my thigh. Her chest heaves, and I scoop her back up in my arms, continuing my trek to the bedroom. I stop at the side of my bed and release her legs, waiting until she’s on solid footing, and my hands dive back into her hair and pull her mouth to mine. The feel of Angie leaning into me and tugging on my shirt shows she’s just as desperate as I am to want more than what the hallway could give her.
My hands leave her hair and trail down her body. With feather-light touches going down her arms, I relish in the shiver that moves through her body. I tease my fingers across the exposed sliver of skin between her top and skirt. Slowly, I slide my hands between the waistband and push the material down her body, following the material down. On my knees, her covered pussy is in my face, and I look up. Her eyes are fixated on mine with her brows raised in a silent challenge. I hook my fingers into the waistband of her panties and slide them down her body, tossing them with her skirt.
I place her hands on top of my head and slide a leg over my shoulder. “Hold on tight, Ang.”
She gasps at the first swipe of my tongue through her slit, and I groan at my first real taste of her as I rest my forehead on her lower stomach.
“Brandon?” she asks breathlessly.
“Give me a minute,” I tell her and attempt to gather myself before I come in my pants. Her hands running through my hair send tingles through my body, not helping the cause. My hands squeeze her butt, and I place open-mouthed kisses on her mound before moving down to her pussy. I use my thumbs to spread her wide and lick inside of her. I can tell she’s still sensitive from earlier from her gasps and moans as I devour her. As carefully as I can, I push her back onto the bed and continue licking her pussy, pulling her to me so all I can focus on is her and her pleasure. Angie’s hands fist in my hair and pull on the strands as I suck on her clit and push two fingers into her opening. Her choked gasp is music to my ears when I add a third finger and curl them as I stroke her walls. I moan against her, and her cries of pleasure are heard above the sound of me lapping at her cunt. I replace my fingers with my mouth and drink her up while my thumb rubs circles over her clit. Angie tries to shut me out by closing her legs, but I spread her wide with my hands on her thighs and continue eating at her like this is my last meal. Her arousal floods my tongue as she comes with a moan, and I lick her through her release, cleaning up every last drop. I place kisses on her thighs and move up her body. Her eyes are still closed as I drop down beside her and kiss along her cheek and neck.
“Wow,” she says as I continue to kiss along her neck.
“I hope that’s a good thing,” I respond and push her hair back.
“Yeah.”
I snort and trail my fingers over her face, smiling when her eyes open and meet mine.
“You’re good at that,” she says observingly, running her thumb along my bottom lip where her release is and putting that thumb in her mouth.
“Lots of practice.”
Angie shoves at my shoulder and I fall onto my back with a laugh. She surprises me by climbing and straddling my waist. “Jerk.”
“I meant with peaches, strawberries—what did you think I meant?” I ask pointedly with a laugh.
“You know what I thought.”
“It’s cute that you’re jealous.”
She shakes her head at me and bites her bottom lip. There’s a question forming in those cloudy blue eyes. “Is it like that for everyone?”
“I can’t answer that,” I say lightly.
“Have you always enjoyed—” her cheeks turn pink, embarrassed to say the words, so I give her some slack.
“Eating pussy?” I ask, finishing for her and caressing her hips to alleviate her embarrassment. Angie nods and I take that as my cue to answer. “Keep in mind that I have had very few partners, and the ones that liked it, I liked it. But you, your taste, your smell—I think I could get addicted to eating your pussy.”
“That doesn’t seem like it would make your day productive,” Angie says with pinkened cheeks as I can sense she’s still not used to dirty talk.
I chuckle and run my hands up and down her exposed thighs. “It certainly would hinder my to-do list.”
“What about you?” she asks, and my forehead scrunches in confusion. “Do you like being taken care of?”
“I don’t hate it, if that’s what you’re curious about. But your pleasure is more important than mine.”
“That doesn’t seem fair,” she pouts.
“Pleasure isn’t a tit for tat thing, Ang.”
