She lets out a soft breath. “I want you to touch me.”
“Ask nicely.”
There’s a pause. “Please touch me.”
I know what she needs from me. To take control, like I did the other night. And hell, I may not be able to give her what she needs long term, but tonight I’m not sure anybody else can give her what I can.
Nobody else knows her like I do. Knows her desires. Appreciates them.
“Open your legs for me.” I take another step closer.
She exhales softly, then parts her thighs, and holy fuck, she’s perfect.
“Your pussy is as beautiful as the rest of you.”
She hums like she likes that.
I walk closer, shucking off my shirt, so I’m left in my dark pants, my shoes kicked off, my socks discarded. Her clothes are neatly piled on the chair, like she wants to please me. I smile, but not enough to let it reach my eyes no matter how much I want to.
When I reach for her, she lets out a soft moan, like she’son the edge of coming already. My fingers bite into her skin as I ease her legs further apart, the aroma of her desire making every muscle in my body tight. She wants to please me so badly, and she has no idea I feel the same.
Leaning down, I kiss her soft inner thigh. She sighs, her fingers raking through my hair. I move my mouth upward, to the apex, then slide a finger along the seam of her, feeling her wetness, the swell of her desire.
I slide my finger again, feeling her breath hitch as I push it inside of her, and then I slowly circle my tongue around her clit.
“Oh God.”
I keep sucking, my tongue flickering against her, as I slide a second finger inside, and she gasps at the intrusion. She’s so tight, so on edge. When I look up, her eyes are wide and shocked.
“I’ve been wanting to do this since I met you,” I tell her, my tongue flicking at her again, fucking her with my fingers. “Who owns this pussy?” I ask before I suck her between my lips, nipping at her with my teeth, taking her higher.
“You do.”
I’m so hard I ache for her. But ignoring my need, I curl my fingers, finding the spot that makes her cry out. I hit it again and again, my mouth sucking, my fingers teasing. Her nails dig into my scalp, pushing me closer, until I’m so fucking full of this woman that I never want to stop.
Her cries get louder, her hips move faster, and then I bite at her. Not too hard, but enough for her to find the edge. That’s when she screams. Not with pain, but with pure, submissive pleasure. Her head falling back, her mouth calling out my name, her sweet pussy contracting so tight around my fingers I’m worried she’ll break something.
And as she slowly comes down, I lick her softly, more of a kiss, slowly pulling my fingers out before pushing them between my lips. She reaches for me, her mouth seeking mine, her fingers reaching for my zipper, knuckles brushing the aching steel of my cock.
“You don’t have to—” But she’s got her hands around me before I can even finish the sentence. She kisses me again, pulling my pants down, then my shorts, until I’m naked, hovering over her.
And when I slide inside of her, it feels like the Fourth of July exploding in my body. Every nerve ending is on fire, every muscle contracts at the feel of her warmth, her softness, enveloping me.
“Zach,” she whispers, like she can feel it too.
For a second we stare at each other. I’m buried to the hilt, joined to her in the best way. And all I can think is that I can’t give this up.
I can’t giveherup.
Our mouths connect again, like we can’t bear to be apart. And because I’m not going to last long, I reach down and touch her, softly, but enough to make her gasp.
Our lips part long enough for me to take a breath, because my heart is slamming against my ribcage. It matches the rhythm of my thrusts, feeling so fucking good.
“Are you close?” I whisper.
But instead of responding, I feel it. She tightens around me, pulling me in, her breath catching, her eyes widening, before she tips over the edge a second time. And then she’s coming in hard flutters around my cock, making my breath catch, my body tighten. Making me let out a low, thick oath as I spill inside of her.
“Oh my God, Zach,” she whispers, kissing me againwith her soft, sweet lips, swallowing my groans, her breath mingling with mine.
