She wraps her arms around me, holding me close like she can’t bear any space between us. I can relate. There’s a hunger inside me that wants more, more, more... all of her.
She smells like my shower gel, tastes like mint, and she’s wet. I feel where she’s soaked my t-shirt in the five seconds it took to haul her up and lay her down.
“I need to see you come again.” I grip her under her arms, scooting her further up the bed. “And I need your taste on my tongue when you do.”
She doesn’t protest, a lick of arousal flaring her stormy blues as I skim my fingers along her hips, pushing the fabric of her tee higher. Pale, milky skin uncovers, inch by fucking inch. I purposely take my time, drawing out the moment, feasting on her body until I reach the prize and see her bare.
Her pussy lips come to view first. Perfect, pale pink, her clit a tiny button begging to be pressed, and a line of dark blonde hair. Last night, in the dimly lit room while she rode me, it looked much darker.
“Fuck,” I groan, dropping a kiss above the narrow strip. “Such a pretty girl...” I kiss her there again, making her squirm.
“This isn’t fair,” she complains, deliciously breathless. “I had an orgasm last night and you—”
“Had one this morning in the shower.”
Her eyes grow wider. “You... you did thatwhile I slept?”
“I didwhat, Hailey?” I keep pushing her tee higher, uncovering her stomach and higher still, until the swell of her breasts plays peek-a-boo with me.
“Made yourself come,” she whispers on a soft sigh when I dip my head, kissing a line up her sternum before I veer left, taking her puckered nipple between my teeth.
I bite, suck, then lick, easing the sting, drunk on how responsive she is. Her back arches when I inch away, and she pushes her breast close to my mouth again, begging for more.
“I did,” I answer her question, letting my warm breath fan her nipple. “I fucked my hand thinking about you. How you rode me last night, how wet your pussy was for me, those sweet noises you made...” I punctuate the words with a lick or a kiss, making amends for the hate-filled jerk-off, apologizing with gestures, even though she won’t ever know how hard I fought to hate her. “How gorgeous you looked when you came all over me...”
She lets out a shaky breath, grasping thick tangles of my hair, and snaps her arms flush with her boobs, squeezing them together. I lick the valley, kiss her neck, then along her throat before we’re eye level, my body covering hers.
“You’ll show me again.” I nudge her nose with mine, coaxing her to look at me. “You’ll show me those blown pupils, pink cheeks, and parted lips, and you’ll let me hear your moans while I lick you clean. I’ve been wondering what you taste like since I saw you sitting on the boat platform.”
“Only if I can return the favor later.”
“You can’t. Not until you understand this isn’t an exchange, pretty girl. Until I know you’ve learned to take without thinking you need to give back, you’ll orgasm over...” I kiss her collarbones, moving back to where I started, “...and over...” I cup her breasts, playing her nipples with my thumbs as I drag my lips down the way I came, “...and over again.”
She squirms when my breath fans her clit. Giving her no time to come up with another clever retort, I hook my elbows under her knees, spread her open and feast.
A low groan vibrates my chest at the first taste. She’s dripping wet, tender, and swollen as if she already came a few times. She hasn’t, she’s just...
“So fucking needy,” I tut, sucking her clit into my mouth.
She lets out a whimper—music to my ears—her nails biting into my scalp. “God, this feels good.”
“Tastes even better,” I mutter, diving back down for another unhurried taste. “It’s nine in the morning. If you’re too loud, I’ll cover your mouth with my hand.”
Normally, I don’t give a flying fuck if anyone overhears the women I fuck screaming their brains out.
That’s not the case with Hailey. It willneverbe the case with her. The carelessly possessive, territorial part of me born overnight kicks up a riot in my head at the thought of letting anyone listen. Her gasps, whimpers and moans are for my ears only.
“I’ll be quiet,” she promises, staring down the length of her goosebump-covered body. “I promise.”
“Good girl. Only I can listen to you.”
“Only you,” she sighs, arching back when I come down on her clit like a savage, using my best tricks to get her off. “Oh, God...” she whisper-shouts, moving her hands from my head to fist the sheets. “It won’t take long.”
She moans again, louder the closer she gets. Just like last night. The incoming orgasm seems to overwhelm her so much she doesn’t realize how noisy she is.
That’s good. It means she’s lost in the moment, focused on the high, on how fucking good she feels rather than wondering if she’s too loud. I unhook her right leg, dragging my hand up her hot body until I clasp her mouth, never breaking the relentless tempo of my tongue toying with her clit.
Her cheeks run red, the baby hairs at her hairline dampen with sweat. Our eyes lock, the sudden awkwardness in hers fading faster than it appears when she sees me between her legs.
