It was Sunny. Just her. And despite this new date she was afflicting me with, I was certain that she wanted me back. At least like this, the way that we always fit together.
Skin, touch, orgasm.
And if that was all I was ever going to get of Sunny Palmer, then I was making the goddamn most of it.
Snow blasted the window as I found her chin with my fingers and raised her face to mine. “What can’t I do to you?” I asked. I barely recognized my own voice—it was the furthest thing fromthe croon I was known for. It was a growl on par with the storm outside; it was the Krampus scratching at the door.
She wet her lips slowly. “What do youwantto do to me?”
Her towel was covering only the front of her, and then just barely. I could see the curve of her ass over her shoulder, the crease of her waist. I could see the obscenely tempting spot where her neck met her shoulder—a place practically begging to be sucked on. My dick was already filling from the mere idea of it.
“We don’t have time for me to list all the things I want to do.” I reached up and unwrapped the towel from her head. I took care not to pull or tug, took care to squeeze and rub the ends of her hair with the towel as the wet locks dropped to her shoulders. They clung to her tattooed skin like rivers of liquid onyx, and despite my efforts, water still beaded at the ends and spilled down.
I threw the first towel to the side and pulled on the one she was clutching to her chest. I leaned in and used my lips to chase the water droplets down to a juicy tit, and then to her pierced nipple. I licked and sucked, and satisfaction crouched in my chest when I felt her nipple stiffen in my mouth. And then I kissed lower, over the ink on her ribs.Love you big. I licked the tattooed letters and traced each one with the tip of my tongue.
Sunny panted, dropping the towel entirely.
“Anything,” she said finally. “You can do anything to me.”
That was all I needed, and even as I grabbed her wrists and hauled her over to the bed, her words were etching themselves along the inside of my sternum, stitching themselves into the fascia and muscle of my heart and lungs. I wanted those words to be true forever, and I wanted forever to last long enough for me to make good on them. To makeanythingstretch into thousands upon thousands of touches, caresses, kisses. It wasn’tonly that I wanted to fuck her... it was that no amount of having her was ever going to be enough.
God, I wished she felt the same about me.
I bent her over the bed and then guided her hands back past her hips to her backside, one hand on each cheek. “Keep yourself spread for me,” I ordered, and she shuddered but did as she was told.
Pleased, I knelt behind her and treated myself to the sight of her pussy, exposed and opened enough that I could see the tight channel there. I reached down to adjust my now-full erection inside my jeans and allowed myself a few strokes while I studied her slick, flushed core.
I ran my palms up the backs of her legs and then layered my hands over hers. “Stay still,” I said, and then I leaned forward to put my mouth on that wonderful place. She trembled a little as I kissed her entrance and then the firm eyelet of her asshole, but she kept holding herself open and didn’t squirm. And when I parted my lips to tongue her clit, I felt her thighs tense as she made sure not to move a single inch.
“Holy shit,” she whimpered. “Do that again.”
I was already seeking out more of her, sucking the swelling bud and then circling it with the tip of my tongue. I worked it back and forth until she was moaning into the quilt, and then I switched to her vagina, making sure to taste as much of her as I could. Then I teased at the tight button above her cunt until she was making mewling noises like a stranded kitten.
“Stop teasing,” she gasped.
“Why should I?” I murmured. “When it’s so much fun?”
“Oh, you’re evil, you’re so evil, oh myGod—”
I’d just bitten the juicy underside of one cheek, and then I sucked on the skin, wanting to leave a nice little mark that I could visit later. I pressed a hand to the small of her back and found her clitoris again.
This time I didn’t move away.
“Isaac,” she whispered. “Isaac, oh God.”
It was musical the way she pleaded, a melody that matched the percussion in my chest and in my ears, that married with the noise of her feet on the floor as she fought the urge to writhe and arch. I buried my face fully, using my hands over hers to keep her wide open even as the climax took her with an abrupt ferocity that had her going mindless and wild, bucking, thrashing, keening into the quilt.
And the moment she stilled, I urged my fingers into her opening and crooked them forward as my other hand found the bundle of nerves at the front of her sex and began working it. It was stiff and yet still so, so soft... ripe as a fucking berry.
I found myself tasting my own lips as I fingered her to another peak, and ah, the taste of her. My hard-on was leaking now, but I relished the frustrated throbbing, I welcomed it. I’d be hard and aching for the rest of my life if it meant I could listen to Sunny making these noises.
Her next orgasm hit her fast and hard, and she went from moaning to screaming into the bed, her hands falling away from her ass as they flew up to claw at the blankets. I let her come around my fingers, still caressing her clit, but once the waves settled, I slid my hand free and then unzipped my jeans.
My penis pushed forward as I pulled down my boxer briefs, and I tugged everything down around my hips as I stepped closer. The moment my flesh made contact with the plush skin of her bottom, I grunted and started rocking, allowing my erection to drag along the cleft there and pressing her ass together to create a little squeeze.
It felt indescribable. Nothing but skin on skin, and I loved the friction, but I knew what I’d love even more...
I reached down to her pussy and pushed my fingers inside. I made a smug noise at how wet she was—sopping, messy, sanity-threatening—and then used my now-slick fingers to coat my dick with the aftermath of her orgasm.
