‘You’re not directing this show, babe,’ I growl against her flesh. She doesn’t answer, which is unfortunate as I begin to lash that sweet bundle of nerves with my tongue.
‘Oh, oh. My—’
‘Spread your legs.’ I take her arse into both hands, tilting her for better access as I would her head as I begin to kiss her. Small kisses at first, dotted along her flesh. Then deeper ones—fuller ones—until I’m making out with her pussy and her thighs are squeezing my head. Which is all fine until I need more.Until her whimpers make me ravenous, pushing me over the edge.My tongue still buried in her cunt, I grasp her calves, lifting her legs and planting her feet flat on the bed. Pushing her pale thighs wide, I go to town.
And we’re loud—so loud. The sounds of our pleasure rebounding through the room; my animal grunts and growls, my demands that she open herself. The sound of wet flesh—of tongue and pussy. Of wet sucking and fast finger fucking and the cries of her pleasure that drive me fucking wild.
‘There—yes! There it is!’
Wherever this mythical place is, it’s clear I’m getting there—getting her there. But I want in on it, too. Pushing the bench back, I stand and glance down at her. She looks like an angel who’s fallen from heaven, pillow soft sweetness debauched.
Well, if she has to fall, the best place for her to land is on my dick.
It’s my last sentient thought, notsensiblethought, before I slide on the condom and bury myself deep inside to feel her come.
