I lap and soothe, tease and tongue until the fabric is transparent and she’s moaning gasping, hungered sounds. Then I flick off her bra and repeat the torture all over again.
‘Have you ever come from just this?’ I sense more than see her shake her head. ‘I think you could.’ She’s so fucking responsive. So maddeningly beautiful. ‘Let’s try it sometime.’ Sometime not now. Sometime when I’ve learned patience with her.
With one last lick, I begin to walk her backwards towards the bed. I grab her knee, draping it over my hip just because I can, just to hear her desperate whimpers as I grind against her.
‘Can you feel how hard I want to fuck you?’ My lips are just a whisper from her ear.
‘I’d like to feel it a little more.’
‘Was that an invitation?’ An invitation in that cigarette and whisky voice of hers.
She laughs huskily, her sweet breath blowing across my cheek. ‘More like a request. You were so hot in my hand. So wriggly under my tongue.’
‘I don’t wriggle.’
‘Writhe then.’
As an encore to her murmured words, she presses her teeth against the fleshy part of my ear. I groan roughly, every inch of me drawing tight in anticipation, my cock pulsing against her heat
‘And so, sobig.’ She licks a line along my neck, sending my mind straight back to the moment she’d done the same to my dick.Licked it. Kissed it. Took it into her mouth.
Does it hurt?she’s asked me once. Right now, it throbs so hard I can barely think straight.
‘I want to feel you,’ she whispers, pressing herself tighter, our bodies fused together, skin to skin. ‘I want to taste you.’
‘I think those are my lines,’ I rasp as I lower her leg and wrap my arm around her back and press her down to the bed. My body following hers is as natural as the tides.
Her head bracketed by my forearms, I brush her hair from her face as I marvel at the slope of her nose and how her eyes glisten in the moonlight. Then I’m pushing up onto my palms, moving back and tugging at her pants, sliding off her sexy-as-fuck heels, to leave her lying on my bed wearing nothing but a scrap of pink fabric between her legs.
My fingers trail her silky skin, my palms pushing her thighs open, and open again. Like her bra, the fabric is sheer, almost transparent, the scent and sight of her like nothing else.
Neat curls like spun gold, pink and fresh and mouth-watering.
‘You’re fucking delicious,’ I whisper, pressing my lips against her maddening heat.
Her hips canter.
She whispers a plea.
Pushes up on her elbows to watch me.
Her body trembles as I slip my finger under the elastic and I pull the thin strip away from her skin.
‘You’re so pretty here. And so wet. Just for me.’ I blow a heated breath across her sweet pussy.
‘Please, just touch me.’ Her words are a quiet plea.
‘But, sweetheart, look at the mess you’ve made of these.’ My tone turns almost admonishing as I pull my gaze from between her legs. ‘So very, very messy.’ And so delicious. ‘I think you’re going to have to give this pair to me.’
‘At this rate, I won’t have any underwear left.’ Along with her response, she gives a soft giggle.
‘Suits me. Think of all the fun we’ll have.’
Her eyes widen but she doesn’t speak, not as I press my mouth to her very centre. One swipe of my tongue and she’s whimpering and writhing and I’m pressing her thighs impossibly wide, scoring my stubble against the insides of her thigh. It’s an added layer of sensation that she seems to appreciate.
‘Oh, God, that hurts so good,’ she whispers, her chest rising and falling along with her rapid breaths. Her words twist something inside me, turning this moment into something that’s suddenly wild and frantic as I lick, press, and graze, thrusting two fingers in deep as I envelop her clit with my lips.
‘Please,oh please,’ she cries. ‘I can’t take it.’
