I trip a step and drop to my knees, her body underneath me, cradled by my hands.
With a sigh of relief, she wraps her thick thighs around my hips and pushes her body into mine. And I can’t take it anymore.
I groan and drop down her body until I’m planted over her pussy, yanking at her pants hard, almost dragging both of us down the steps until I get her jeans off and push her gorgeous legs wide.
Nosing at the apex of her thighs, I run my face along the seam of her pussy, visible through the thin fabric. I can just barely see a little strip of pale curls visible at the top of her seam and my mouth is watering so bad I wipe it, sure that I’m drooling.
“Please,” she whimpers.
I push the fabric aside and let my tongue trace that seam, licking up her pussy juices like they’re my favorite food. Licking, sucking and nibbling at her smooth lower lips, I drink up every drop of her dew and push my tongue inside her silky walls, drinking in even more of her essence until she’s thrashing under me like a wild thing.
Her body stiffens on my tongue and then her juices squirt out and my tongue catches every drop of her ambrosia. Lapping at her until she’s screaming through another orgasm, riding my face like she’s a bucking bronco.
Letting her slowly come down, I just trace her upper thighs with my tongue, kissing one of the smooth curves and then the other.
Her eyes open in a blank stare but there’s a smile on her face. A just-been fucked look, like she’s high or drunk.
I love that look. My heart swells with love for her.
Her lips twitch up into a smile. “That was…”
“Just the beginning,” I growl and push myself up off the stairs. With a mumbled roar, I grab her and throw her over my shoulder, hauling her gorgeous ass up the stairs like a raiding viking.
I swat her ass and she squeals. “I’m gonna give you exactly what we’ve both needed for years, baby. Over and over until you can’t ever walk away from me.”
CHAPTER 9
Marina
My breath comes in pants and my eyes water as all the blood rushes to my head.
Before I can say that I’m getting a headache though, he throws me on the bed, forgetting that I’m sore.
I should be pissed. But I’m not. I love it. I love knowing that I’ve made this giant of a man lose his mind. Lose his control.
I’ve dreamt of being with him since I was fifteen years old. I waited all those years and then when I thought we were finally going to be together when he came home, he left. Just left me crying for him. For the dreams that I lost when he walked away.
Now I’m in my thirties. I’m not little girl. I’m a woman. I’m a woman that knows what I want.
I know that I’ll leave or he’ll tell me to leave. But I can have this one night with him. I can finally find out what my dreams really look like.
He groans and mutters, “Take your clothes off, baby. I want to see all of you.”
“All that’s left on me is my bra and panties. You’re still wearing your jeans and boxers. I think that you need to lose a bit before I do.”
I can’t believe I actually said that out loud to him.
He smirks at me and then slowly peels off his jeans, pushing them down his muscular thighs until his cock juts out obscenely from his boxer briefs. A huge tent that poked out, pointed right at me.
My desperate fingers yank at my bra and rip it off of me then slide my panties down my legs.
He slips his fingers inside his briefs and then teases me, pushing them down slowly, until I’m practically ready to rip them off myself.
My grabby fingers reach out and he slaps them away.
“Uh-uh, baby. You take what I give you tonight. Nothing more, nothing less. I’ll give you everything you need. Don’t worry.”
My hands drop down to my stomach and then one of them slips between my thighs, tracing my lower lips while he watches.
