“Honey, I need you to touch me,” she begs.
“I’m going to tear these panties to shreds,” I tell her, and before she can reply, I rip from one side to the other. Cari gasps under me as I take the ripped fabric away with my teeth. I can smell her arousal, her sweet scent captivating me like a drug.
“Yes!” Cari screams out as I lick her pussy.
My tongue moves ravenously through her slick folds. Her hand latches around my head and pushes me into her pussy. Iglance up, and she’s too busy looking ahead like I asked to notice me.
Fuck, she’s so fucking hot. I’m savoring the taste of her as my tongue slides through her pussy. Cari’s pillowy thighs press against my head like a helmet. I suck on her clit and she’s screaming for more.
“Max! Yes! Holy fucking shit! Yes!” She’s shrieking in between gasps and pants. It’s music to my ears.
I dip my tongue inside her, and she grips my hair even tighter. This is my favorite part of hooking up with her for so long, I know exactly what makes her toes curl. Her body is like a puzzle that’s taken months to finish. I can kiss her neck or bite her nipples in all the right places to make her scream for me. It’s one of the reasons we started hooking up again.
The sex is so fucking addictive, even when we know we shouldn’t, we can’t stop. Too many times, she’d end up sitting on my face after running into each other at River and Aspen’s place. I knew it was bad when I was thinking about her during work. Thinking about tasting her mostly, but on rare occasions I was thinking about kissing her too.
But we eventually started hooking up again and I knew it was going to take a lot for us to stop. It’s too hard to have a one night stand and settle for mediocre sex with someone I barely know.
Cari is playing with her nipples, little gasps fill the room in between her begging. “Please please please. Max oh my God.”
My tongue dives in and out of her while I pinch her clit with my thumb and pointer finger. She’s gripping the bedsheets, pressing her thighs together even tighter, and I know she’s on her way. Her orgasm is coming any second. I can feel her swollen clit between my fingers, and her pussy is dripping all over my chin.
I slurp up the last of her as she cries out my name. Fuck, is there anything hotter than this?
“Max! Max! Don’t stop! Please!” Cari gasps, and her legs suddenly go limp on my shoulders. I kiss her inner thighs, indirectly wiping her juices from my face.
I stand up, stretching out my knees. God, I’m barely thirty and my knees aren’t what they used to be. Cari is lying halfway on the bed, her legs hanging off the edge as she catches her breath.
I head to the kitchen and grab her a glass of water. When I come back, she’s sitting on the edge with the sheet draped halfway over her body.
“Here, drink.” I hand her the glass, and she nods. She gulps down the contents and smiles at me. Fuck, what is it about that smile of hers that gets me feeling like this?
“Good girl.” I wink. Trying to ignore the butterflies in my stomach.
“Don’t call me that if you don’t want to be on your knees again,” Cari warns.
“Maybe that’s where I want to be.” I shrug. I put the glass on my nightstand and walk over to kiss her.
“Mmm.” She pulls back. “How are you still so dressed? That needs to change.”
“Not tonight.” I shake my head.
Cari frowns. “Why?”
“I have my period and I don’t want a murder scene on my sheets.” I chuckle.
“Ugh, I’m sorry. Why didn’t you tell me before?”
“It can be a boner killer, and I was in the mood for a meal.” I say nonchalantly.
Cari blushes as I climb onto the bed. “Come kiss me,” I say.
She lies back on the bed, and I get under the sheet with her. Her lips press to mine, and there’s barely any of her gloss left, but I can still taste it. She’s wearing the strawberry one today. I like the cherry one the best, but I’m okay with any of them aslong as it’s not that lip plumping one. She wore that one without telling me once, and it felt like my lips were on fire. Not to mention neither of us thought about what would happen if she went down on me, so I had a pussy that felt like someone put Icy Hot on it for hours.
“Mmm,” I hum into her lips.
We stop kissing when I start to yawn. I’m tired from staring at the computer all day long, but it feels nice just lying with her. I’m struggling to keep my eyes open, but Cari pulls me into her arms, playing with my hair. It’s so calming, so I don’t tell her to stop.
Before I know what time it is, my eyes are closing as I listen to Cari’s heartbeat.
