But now, it’s my turn to have my way with her and I can’t wait to savor her slowly, explore every last inch of her body with my hands and tongue, until she can’t handle it anymore and shebegsme to fuck her.
Kissing her softly and slowly, I stumble blindly toward my master suite, the front door of my apartment slamming shut behind us.
I won’t rush this.
I need to remember every single detail.
Once we enter my bedroom, I throw her body onto the bed and watch as she eagerly strips off her dress and props herself on her elbows, licking and nibbling on her bottom lip. My cock strains against my sweatpants.
Her body is breathtaking.
It’s the only word I can use to describe her.
She didn’t bother to put her underwear back on when we left the barn. She knew it would be a waste of time. Which meant that the car ride to my apartment was agonizing, knowing my dream girl was beside me, dripping wet, wearing nothing beneath her dress.
With a flick of the switch, the lamp on my bedside table illuminates the room. Only just.
Her eyes search mine, wide with lust, wondering what my next move could be.
"You can’t just stand there fully clothed while you stare at me." She snickers, drinking me in, but that’s exactly what I plan to do.
"I’m going to take my time with you, remember?" I say, and as much as I’m in a hurry to taste her, I want to appreciate her in every way, too.
"I told you in California that I was going to fuck you, then taste you, then fuck you again. And I plan on doing it exactly in that order until you’rebeggingfor it. Begging to feel my cock inside you. And since I’ve already fucked you, it’s time for me totaste you, Herring." She groans, eagerly trying to reach for the waistband of my pants, but I shove her hand away.
This is going to be fun.
"Spread your legs." She does as she’s told, without any hesitation. "That’s my perfect girl," I say, attempting to stifle a groan that forces its way out, rumbling through my chest.
Settling on my knees right in front of her, I make sure I have the best seat in the house.
"Show me what you would do if you were alone. Tell me what you think about while you fuck yourself with your fingers," I say to her, and she slowly glides her hand down her stomach, hovering over her pussy before I nod, as if to give her permission.
"You," she whispers, her fingers reaching for her clit. Letting out a deep breath with a soft moan, her fingers move in slow, perfect circles and my cock aches at the sight in front me of, begging to take part, knowing I’m the reason she is the way she is.
"Good girl." I don’t even try to hide my arousal as I see her pretty, pink pussy spread wide for me, glistening in the light.
So fucking wet.
"How does it feel?"
"So good," she whispers, her breathing staggered while she continues pleasing herself.
As one finger slowly slides inside of her, her back curving off the mattress, I watch as she unravels right in front of my eyes.
Rising only just, I grip my hands around the sides of her hips, pulling her body closer to the edge of the bed, spreading her legs even further apart, giving me better access to the place I can’t wait to taste. Kissing up her inner thigh slowly, she shudders, goosebumps inking her skin. Her stomach and legs tense beneath my touch.
When I arrive at my long awaited destination, it’s even better than I could have imagined.
So pink.
So wet.
So ready for me.
I could do this for hours, and it’ll never be enough.
Softly and slowly, I lick her clit. An animalistic growl escapes my throat, and I feel as her body relaxes at my touch, both of her hands gripping my bed sheets.
