“Down,” I tell her. “Get lower.”
Her eyes snap up to mine then back down at my cock. Then she shifts, still straddling me, just sliding back along my thighs, lowering her chest slightly until she’s closer to where I need her. The sight alone is enough to make my arms tense beneath me, propping me up just enough to watch every second.
“Closer,” I say.
She braces her hands on my hips and leans down until her breath ghosts over the tip.
“Take me in your hand,” I tell her.
She hesitates for half a second, looking around for people. I know there’s no one; I own the entire strip. But I let her wonder. I like knowing she’s still doing this despite thinking there’s a risk of someone watching.
Then her fingers slowly wrap around me.
Fuck.
Her grip is tentative at first, testing the weight and the way I react. Her thumb brushes over the head, curious.
I suck in a sharp breath, my stomach dipping out. She bites her lip, watching her own hand as she moves it, slow and carefully, sliding along my length.
Every nerve in my body lights up.
“Just like that, baby,” I murmur again, voice rougher now.
Her wrist flexes and her lips part unconsciously when she strokes me. Her touch gets more and more confident with each pass.
She looks up at me with hungry eyes, studying my face. Then she leans in, enough that her lips brush the tip. It’s barely a kiss, but it feels like electricity.
My head tips back before I can stop it. A low sound pulls out of my chest, raw and uncontrolled. I look back down at her, arms flexing under me as I brace myself on my elbows.
She looks so pleased with herself, watching me with the air of a wild siren. Her lips part and her tongue flicks out to swipe against the underside of my cock. “Fuck.” My eyes fall closed for a moment and my abs tense.
I drag my gaze back to her face to find her watching what she’s doing to me with a seductive smile. Itwidens until her lips finally close around me, warm and soft.
My fingers close into fists, my body tensing under hers. She feels so fucking good around me.
She works me with her mouth, alternating soft strokes with longer, wetter pulls, her hand moving in rhythm I can’t look away from. I watch her mouth stretch around me, watch her eyes flick up every few seconds to see what it does to me.
She teases the underside with her tongue before going back in. She hums around me, making my head fall back in ecstasy. Every time I think she’s going to stop, she pushes a little farther, a little deeper. When she finally reaches her mouth’s limit, my cock hitting the back of her little throat, she gags around me.
I reach for her, fisting a hand in the back of her hair. My grip is firm as I pull her up. She lets go with a soft gasp, licking her lips, eyes wild and glassy.
“Enough,” I rasp.
I tug gently on her hair, guiding her back up, letting her body slide over mine as she climbs into my lap.
“That fucking mouth will end me,” I say, my voice like gravel.
“Which is why—” I sit up, mouth brushing her jaw as I breathe the next words directly against her skin, “you’re going to ride me.”
“Ride you?” Her thighs tighten where they straddle mine, her skirt still hitched up, panties soaked through.
“That’s what I said,” I murmur, tightening my grip in her hair just slightly.
Her breath shudders out of her when I kiss her once, before I ease her hair free and drag my hands down her sides, grabbing her hips, shifting her into place.
“Take these off,” I tell her, nodding to her panties.
She lifts up on her knees, balancing with one hand on my chest, the other reaching between us. It takes effort, but she slides them down her thighs, dragging the damp lace all the way down before tossing them aside onto the blanket.
