But with how hard my dick is, I need to do more. For both of our sakes.
Slipping my hand between her legs, I feel her damp heat through her cotton leggings, and when I rub my fingers back and forth, she mewls sweetly. I do it again, adding more pressure, and her eyes flutter closed.
She’s so beautiful, laid out before me, dark hair a mess and skin flushed. I’ve never responded to anyone the way I have to Jo. It’s almost as if she was made for me. Everything she does enthralls me, everything she is calls to me, and I’m so lucky to be the man she was unlucky enough to be stuck with.
I don’t deserve her, but I want to. I want to be good enough for her.
In my aim to prove it, I tug at the elastic of her leggings until she opens her eyes to me, and I raise my brows in question. “This okay?”
At her nod, I pull them over her hips but don’t take them all the way off. I don’t want to get lost in this, already too tempted to pull out my cock. Beg her for “just the tip,” but we’re going slow. I won’t mess this up.
I skim my fingers up her soft thighs, eliciting shivers from her, before gliding them over trimmed hair and down the slit of her entrance. She lifts her hips, seeking more, and I give it to her. I slip my middle finger between her soft flesh, and she moans so fucking deliciously, I can’t do anything except swallow it into my mouth. With the tip of my finger rubbing against her clit, I lick into her mouth, messy and overeager, my body having a mind of its own, my brain having left the building.
She sinks her fingers into my hair and bites at my neck. Like a little vampire.
I love it.
As I work her over, I roll my hips, finding some relief for my painfully hard cock, thrusting against the mattress like a literal horndog. But I don’t care because Jo’s writhing under me, breaths coming in fast pants as I lean down to take her nipplebetween my lips again, sucking hard. She whimpers, yanking on my hair, muttering incoherent words.
I know she’s close from how she’s trembling, and I slide two of my fingers into her wet sheath. With a crook of them, she comes, her pussy clenching around my digits, as she moans. “Oh, oh, Nico.”
It nearly undoes me too, but I grit my teeth and tighten my ass cheeks, barely holding off as I watch this magnificent creature find her release.
I don’t stop touching her until she collapses back down to the mattress, her limbs loose, eyes closed. I press a kiss to her lips and then each of her eyelids and her nose and her forehead.
“You good, mama?”
Her eyes flutter open, and she gives me a sated smile. “So good.”
I return her grin and then lick off her sticky sweetness from my fingers, which makes her blush furiously. Her flavor makes my dick strain even more, all but punching its way out of my pants, and I shift to give it some room.
Jo’s eyes widen at it. “Can I… Can I touch you?”
This girl is going to be the death of me. “Please. If you don’t, I might die.”
She pushes up on her elbows. “I’ve never… You’ll have to tell me what to do.”
I suck in a breath, already feeling like I could come from her words alone, then reflexively swipe my hand over my mouth. But that was the wrong move. Because my fingers are still wet with her orgasm, and now her taste and smell are on my mouth, my chin, and it drives me wild.
Licking my lips like some kind of feral animal, I roll to my back and jerk the zipper of my pants down, so careless I accidentally lose the button. I lift up so she can help me push my boxer briefs down, and my dick springs free. Her eyes widen at it, and I really am an arrogant son of a bitch because I tuck my arms behind my head, allowing her to look her fill.
She saws her teeth into her lower lip as she stares. My dick’s nothing to sneer at, but I’ve never felt so proud of it as I do now. As she flushes from the mere sight of it.
“Wrap your hand around it,” I say, and she tentatively reaches out, lightly curling her fingers around my length. “Don’t be afraid. Grip it hard. You won’t hurt me.” She tightens her fist, and I blow out a breath. “Attagirl.”
After a moment, she looks up at me with concern. “Now what?”
“Pump your hand up and down.”
She does, but it’s out of curiosity, her fingers tracing along the vein, her palm moving down to cup my balls, her other hand getting involved, swiping her thumb over the slit, a bead of moisture already there.
“Is this okay?”
I swallow thickly. “Yeah. I like you touching me. Everything you do feels good.”
With that confidence boost, she sits up to jack me off, her tits swaying beneath her T-shirt, and I can’t resist reaching out to play with them, pinching her nipples between my fingers. She gasps, her hand faltering, so I reach down to help her, enfolding her fingers with mine, showing her the pace and rhythm I like.
After a minute, she licks her lips, and I track the slide of her tongue, watching her mouth form her words. “Can I put my mouth on you?”
