“Yes, but?—”
“Then relax and let me take my time.” Max pushes me back into the bed and tugs the rest of my dress off. Running her hand over my panties, I groan as she connects with my clit.
“Oh!” I gasp.
“Mmm, I can see how needy you are. God, and this fucking wet already? You must really need me,” Max hums. She dips her head between my thighs as she runs her fingers over the panties again.
I grip the sheets. “Yes.” I grit my teeth.
“Then you need to let me take my time.” Max kisses my stomach, appreciating my curves instead of ignoring them. Her lips pass over each tummy roll and stretch mark, before dipping into my belly button and back down my thighs. She bites the insides of my thighs, sucking gently, as if trying to leave behind a hickey. I don’t bother trying to look; my body is flat on the bed while I bite back a moan, hoping she’ll do more than tease me soon.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
MAX
I’ve tasted a lot of pussy in my life, but Cari’s is by far my favorite. It’s not only the way she tastes, but the way she lights up with her whole body. She lets her body take control during sex, never holding back with her sounds, movements, or anything. Her legs wrap around my head, and her hand is tugging on my hair as I lick up and down her pussy.
Lapping up her sweetness, I slide my tongue inside her for a brief second before focusing on her clit. I suck on it, flicking my tongue back and forth dangerously slow. It’s dangerous because I know how badly she wants me to make her cum, and this is going to prolong it.
“Fuck me harder, please,” Cari begs from above. I can hear how it pains her to have to beg for it, but that only spurs me on.
I open my eyes, glancing up through Cari’s stomach, and she’s sitting up, gripping the sheets with her empty hand. Her eyes are scrunched closed, as if she has a headache. But I know better; she’s trying to figure out how to make this go faster. She’s grinding her pussy on my face, but that only makes me move my tongue slower.
I want to see her come undone, but I want to savor this. She groans, falling back onto the bed, and I speed up slightly. Her wetness slips down my chin, soaking my entire face.
“Please, Honey.” She moans again. Fuck. I’ve missed hearing her call me that; something about it makes me want to listen to her.
“I think I want to get something.” I stand up suddenly, causing her to groan.
“What!?” she gasps.
“You’ll like it, just be patient, babe.”
I look in the bottom of my dresser for the strap. I haven’t worn it in a while, so it isn’t anywhere convenient. Getting out of my jeans and flannel, but leaving my briefs and t-shirt on, I put my clothes to the side.
The strap is clean, so I start putting it on and watch as Cari’s face lights up. She’s watching it like it’s real, a full eight inches begging to be inside her. Her hand falls down her stomach and grazes her pussy. She rubs herself delicately, like she’s a bomb she’s afraid to set off.
Her eyes don’t leave my body and I pull off my t-shirt, leaving me just in a sports bra, but she moans. You’d think I was wearing Victoria’s Secret lingerie with the way she is looking hungrily at me.
“Now get on your back and let me fuck my girlfriend.” I like the way the word easily falls off my tongue. And I like the way it sounds.
Cari slides back on the bed, her naked body looking like a Greek masterpiece. I saunter over to the bed, ready to fuck her into tomorrow. Usually, we did it with her on top, or on all fours. But I want her on her back this time so I can see her face. Watching her as she reaches her peak and the glorious sounds she makes.
She spreads her thighs as I climb onto the bed, and I groan as I see how soaked she is. Her pussy is glistening with wetness, dripping on my sheets.
“Fuck, your pussy is dripping for me, babe,” I moan.
“It’s missed you.” She bites her bottom lip as I hook her legs on either side of my hips and get closer to her center.
“Now, I’m going to fuck you, but I want to hear you. If you like something, I want your sounds to tell me, got it?” I ask, waiting for her consent. I am so fucking glad my roommates aren’t home to hear any of this today.
“Oh, fuck, yes.” She nods quickly.
I run the tip of the strap up her wet pussy, watching and listening as she moans for me. I know how bad she wants it and I’m not going to torture her, but I want to have a little fun.
I pull back, coating my fingers with her wetness, then rubbing them down the strap. Once it is nice and wet, I tease her entrance, brushing the tip across her clit. I pull back just before sliding fully into her. Cari gasps, her body lifting off the bed as she moans my name. I slide out just to pound into her again.
“YES!” she cries, as I thrust my hips back and forth inside her.
