I drop my pants. Although she maintains a severe expression, when my cock springs out, her eyes widen. It throbs, veins standing out. I can’t remember ever being this turned on.
Abruptly, she takes two long strides forward and grips the back of my head, fusing our mouths and totally ignoring my needy dick. I glide my hands upward, grab her ass and squeeze. It’s sensitive, and she always moans when I do it.
This time is no exception. She whimpers, but still doesn’t touch my cock. I hook my fingers into the straps of her thong and pull. The fabric rips. She mock-pouts.
“Beast. That’s my favorite.”
“I’ll buy you enough to fill an entire drawer.” Then I add, “All of them crotchless.”
The corner of her mouth twitches, but she pushes me back and I land on the bed. She straddles me, her knees falling on each side of my torso as she gazes down, her chin angled haughtily. After tossing my glasses on the nightstand, I run my hands along her soft thighs, then lift her weight off my stomach and shift her up until her molten core glistens over my face. “Let me show you how sorry I am.”
I pull her down and run the flat of my tongue over her folds, take in the sweetness. She gives a shocked gasp that fills me with joy. There’s nothing for her to brace herself with, leaving her at my mercy. I hold her hips, swirling my tongue over her engorged clit and quivering pussy. Shaking, she begins to rock against my face.
Good girl.
I reward her by stabbing my tongue into her pussy. A sharp exhale—she grips my hair, then moves with abandon, riding my face as she seeks her pleasure. I wish she were naked so I could see her breasts jiggle, but her in a dress like she’s the one in charge isn’t bad either. Her face is stunning as the gathering bliss flushes her cheeks.
An unfamiliar emotion pierces me. My heart drums, blood roaring in my head. I grip her ass and focus on devouring her. Her breathing roughens, and suddenly she lets go of my hair and arches her back with a cry. Her juices gush as she climaxes long and hard, shuddering over and over against my face.
She falls forward, supporting her weight on her palms, her arms shaking. I run gentle hands over her quivering body as she sucks in air.
“Oh my God,” she murmurs, then straightens. Her face is soft with a spent orgasm.
My eyes on hers, I wet my finger with her juices on my face and brush it over the two spots on my cheeks Selena air-kissed. “All clean.”
The banked heat in her gaze blazes again. I glide my finger between her swollen, drenched folds, drawing a whimper. She grips my wrist, then looks around. “Where’s a condom?”
I reach for the drawer in the nightstand and dump the entire box on the bed.
“I only need one.”
I cock an eyebrow. “Don’t bet on it.”
Laughing softly, she takes a packet and rips it open with her teeth. I watch as she pulls out the rubber and positions it over the tip of my eager cock. She rolls it down the thick length, her face set in intense concentration. Then she grips my jaw and looks down at me. I enjoy her taking charge—a sign that she’s comfortable enough to show me a completely new side.
“You’re about to getthoroughlyfucked.” She leans down, her soft hair falling over us, and kisses me hard, her tongue invading my mouth. I suck it hard, then glide mine along it in a teasing gesture. She withdraws, and nips the spot on my neck she ravaged in the car.
Trails of kisses follow my collarbone, over my chest and nipples. Jolts of pleasure shoot through me at the feel of her tongue on them. I never knew they could be so sensitive.
She runs her mouth over my abs. Her hair swirls and drags over my skin, but somehow avoids my desperate cock. When it twitches, silently begging for attention, she merely laughs, presses a kiss on my belly button.
“Freckles…I’m dying here.”
“Yeah?” She lays a hand on my chest. “This heartbeat feels pretty strong.” She grips the base of my throbbing cock. “Mmm. Here, too.”
I hiss as she squeezes.
A self-pleased smile tugs at her mouth. She positions herself over me. My entire being trembles with anticipation. Slowly, she lowers herself—about two inches. My eyes roll at the incredible sensation of having her envelop my cockhead.
She moves slowly, either unsure of herself or wanting to make me die from need. The desire to drive into her hard and fast pounds into my head, but I hold on to an increasingly slippery control. This is her show. Her venting her emotions.
She goes down halfway before raising herself.
“Are you trying to kill me?”
She shoots me a flinty look, licking her lips. “Guess.”
Before my mind can process that, she starts moving again, keeping the penetration shallow and teasing. An unbearable pressure builds in my balls. But I can’t come like this. It’s nowhere near enough.
