Holy shit, she’s kissing me.
What’s a man to do but kiss her back, right?
I coax her mouth open with my lips and let my tongue delve deep into her mouth, sliding along her tongue and driving me absolutely wild. My hands move to her backside, lifting her up and trying to bring her even closer. Her legs wrap around my waist, her pussy grinding against my aching cock.
I can’t tell if this is real or not. I mean, on any given day, Charli Miller would not have jumped me, let alone let me rock my cock into the apex of her legs while she moans in pleasure. So, if this is a dream, don’t you dare wake me up, because I’m going to live in this moment as long as I can.
She rips her mouth from mine and licks my neck.
Licks my fucking neck like a damn Push Pop. A deep groan spills from my own mouth, rooted in years of pent-up desire I’ve felt for this woman.
“Am I dreaming?” I whisper, my eyes closed as she nips my ear, sending a shudder through my body.
“No, but you are talking,” she grumbles, straightening her legs until she’s standing in front of me once more.
I’m about to step back, even though I’m not sure I have the strength to do it, but Charli has other ideas. She grabs my T-shirt and rips it up, exposing my abdomen. Her short nails score my flesh, causing goosebumps to coat my skin.
“Since you want tohelpme so much, and since all you want to do is push my buttons, I have…an idea.”
My interest is definitely piqued, especially with her hands on me. “I’m listening.”
“Orgasms.”
My mouth opens, but nothing comes out. Blood swooshes in my ears, and my heart is about to erupt from my chest. “Am I having a stroke?”
She rolls her eyes and lifts my shirt up and over my head, tossing it on the floor. “Not yet.”
My cock throbs in my jeans, hard and more than ready to get to the orgasms she was referring to. But, first, I need something… “You’re gonna have to spell this out for me, Charli.”
“You failed the sex chapter in health class, Quinn?” she sasses, dancing her fingers up my abs.
“A plus, baby,” I tell her, wedging my leg between her knees. “What I mean is, you need to be very clear on what you want. I refuse to guess.”
She rolls her eyes. “You talk too much, you know that?”
When I just pin her with a stare, letting her know I’m waiting, she huffs out a deep breath and reaches down to cup my balls. Holding my gaze, she says six words I’ve dreamed of her speaking for longer than any one man should admit. “I want you to fuck me.”
To punctuate her statement, she grabs at my belt and releases it. Then, she unfastens the button on my jeans and lowers the fly. The head of my cock is there, hard and seeping precum, and when she slides her finger across the head of it, I almost blow my load.
“Now, Quinn,” she whispers, her words both a plea and a promise.
I move before my brain can even catch up. I have her shirt up and over her head, revealing a light pink bra. It’s not made for seduction, but my God, I’ve never seen anything sexier in my life. Her nipples are hard, and as I brush the pad of my thumb over the first nub, I watch as her entire body shivers.
She reaches into my snug pants and strokes me through my underwear. Any plan and idea I had about taking this slow andsavoring my time with her flies right out the proverbial window. Charli isn’t looking for anything other than fast and wild, and she’s in the driver’s seat here.
My pants are pushed over my hips and ass, and the second she has them down enough to get to my dick, she does. Her hands dive into my underwear, her warm hand wrapping around my cock and stroking.
I groan, my hips thrusting forward as I reach behind her back and release her bra. When it falls forward, exposing two perfect tits, my mouth waters for a taste. I’ve been dreaming of this moment, and even though she’s chasing the end game here, I’m not about to let this opportunity pass me by.
Bending down, I wrap my lips around her left nipple and suck. Charli cries out, her available hand moving to my head and holding me firmly in place. Her back arches as I lap at her nipple, her pussy rocking forward as if desperately seeking friction.
“Oh God,” she whispers, squeezing her hand around my cock and almost making me come. “Hurry.”
She moves back, dislodging her nipple from my lips and dives back into my pants. She pushes down my boxer briefs and licks her lips when she zeroes in on my cock. Anticipation races through my veins, a lightning of desire so fierce and reckless, at the thought of her dropping to her knees right now. If she did, I’d explode, unable to last more than a single lick of her warm, hot tongue against the one place I’ve ached for her for too long.
But that’s not what she does.
Faster than I’ve ever seen a woman strip, she kicks off her slip-on shoes and slides her leggings and panties off together, tossing them to the side. Then, she hops up on the table and spreads her legs.
