I roll my face into the shadows of her chest, breathing in the scent of her arousal, and I lick into the secret, shallow valley between her tits as they pillow my face.
Her skin is impossibly soft, silky against my tongue, and then I find her nipple, firm and taut in a way that makes my hips jerk hard.
Fuck.
I can’t come before her, I can’t, but Goddamndo I want to. I want to drag her up and down my shaft until I’m spilling in my shorts.
Closing my eyes, I suck harder, listening to her sounds and feeling the desperate need roll through her body.
What does she need? What would feel good?
I want to give her my thumb on her clit, but she’s grinding hard against my cock now, and I don’t want to ruin that if she’s chasing something good. So I lift my hips off the bed, andyes, she likes that.
She clenches her thighs around my waist, riding me hard now. I urge her on, faster faster, cupping her ass with one hand and her tit with the other, my mouth on her other breast. Anchoring her to me in every way as she pushes and pulls?—
And then just pushes, grinding down down down.
Her whole body arching. Strong, long muscles bowing on top of me.
Fucking. Beautiful.
With a shudder, she goes limp.
I wrap my arms around her, holding her on top of me as I follow her with three fast jerks of my own hips, pumping my release between us. Making a fucking mess.
A complete disaster.
Amazing.
What a beautiful, beautiful disaster.
“That got slightly out of hand,” I whisper into her hair. “But I can’t regret that for a second.”
“Same,” she murmurs back.
I roll her to the side for just a second, long enough to get my underwear off, taking the mess with it.
“Can I turn on the light?”
She hesitates, but then agrees. And when I flick on the lamp, she gobbles up the sight of me, fully naked at the side of the bed.
“I just want to hold you,” I promise as I join her again, running my hands over her hip, her thighand up to her breasts that I loved on so much. She has dark blonde hair covering her mound and an innie belly button that makes me want to tickle her with my moustache.
All in good time.
“You’re incredible,” I tell her as I pull her back into my arms, my voice catching. “When you come to me like this, it’s a gift.”
“You're the gift,” she whispers against my jaw. “Thank you.”
“My words. Don’t steal them.”
She makes a funny sound and presses her face into my neck.
“Hey now, no hiding.” I stroke her hair. And then, “No, it’s okay. If you need to hide a bit, I’ll understand. But you don’t need to disguise your reactions around me, you know that, right? Was that hard?”
She shakes her head and mumbles something.
“Pardon?”
