I’m moving as I hear her voice wobble.
I’m still on my knees in front of her, closing the small distance between us, my hands sliding back to her thighs.
“Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you're good and wet for me.”
My fingers pinch lightly over her pussy through the fabric of her thong.
She jerks in surprise, a sharp little whine leaving her that makes my stomach tighten with satisfaction.
“Just remember that I love you, and I won't ever do anything that you don't want to do.”
This is very important to me. No matter how much I desire her and what I want to do with her tonight, her feelings always come first.
She grows still, thinking it through, and I don’t interrupt.
Then I watch as her fingers curl into my t-shirt, tugging me closer, a small nod following, like she’s made up her mind.
“My body is yours.”
Thank fucking fuck.
I surge up and crash my lips into hers. She meets me instantly, kissing me back just as fiercely—teeth catching, lips pulling,tongues sliding together like neither of us has the patience for anything slow.
It's messy, hungry and completely us.
I move fast, dragging up her dress and pulling it off her head and then tossing it somewhere in the room without caring where it lands.
All I care about is her.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” she groans, grabbing my t-shirt and pulling it upwards with zero patience.
I don't miss the way her palms slide over my stomach and chest as she does it either, feeling me up like she always does.
I laugh under my breath and lift my arms so she can pull it off.
The second it's gone, she's on me.
Her lips press to my neck first, warm and soft, then she moves lower—over my collarbone, down my chest, across the ink that spreads over my skin. Her mouth is dangerous, knowing exactly how to make me crumble.
Then she bites my nipple.
“Fuck—” the grunt tears out of me.
She pulls back just enough to look pleased with herself.
“Beautiful brat.”
I guide her back to me by taking her neck, but instead of kissing her, I lean down until my lips close overhernipple this time.
And I suck.
Hard.
She arches into me with a breathless sound, and I can feel the groan rumble through my chest.
She really does have the best tits.
My mouth keeps working on her while my hands roam over her body, feeling the way her skin prickles under my touch. Every reaction she gives me only makes me want more.
