She quirks a brow. “Souvenir?”
“More like a memory.”
Her eyes widen imperceptibly, but I catch it.
Before I can ask, her hands are in my hair as she angles my head for a deep kiss. Her tongue invades my mouth, tasting me with fervor.
My hips thrust up, applying pressure in just the right spot for both of us. My hands slide up her thighs to her hips. Blake sighs into my mouth. My hands continue to roam until I reach the clasp of her bra.
Blake pulls back just enough to say, “Take it off.”
I don’t wait for further permission. The tension in her bra releases. Blake sits up, sliding the straps down her arms, allowing me to take in the view of her tits.
And damn, they’re perfect.
I cup them in my hands and swipe my thumb over her nipples, back and forth, causing them to tighten into a stiff peak.
Blake throws her head back in pleasure and moans.
“More,” she begs.
She’ll soon learn that she never needs to beg with me.
Lifting one breast, I lean forward and wrap my lips around the tip and suck, flicking my tongue. Blake’s hands grip my upper arms as if the sensations rushing through her body are throwing her off balance.
I give her mound the same treatment she gave my neck.
Sucking, kissing, licking, biting.
Her hips work her pussy over my covered cock, dampening the front of my jeans.
When I switch to her other breast and give it the same attention, my free hand drags down her stomach and to the apex of her thighs. She’s so wet that my fingers glide through her folds. I graze over her clit, causing her legs to tremble.
I break my mouth off her breast with a pop. “Are you ready, Baby?”
She chants her answer. “Yes, yes, yes.”
I pump one digit into her pussy, slipping in and out. Her inner muscles clamp around my finger. She’s so tight that my cock hardens almost to the point of pain.
“Look at me, Blake.”
When she obeys, I add another finger inside her, and I watch as her pupils blow wide. Her jaw drops in silent satisfaction.
But I don’t want her silence.
I want her screams.
My two digits easily find the rough spot inside her and stroke, while my thumb rubs circles around her bundles of nerves.
“Fuck, yes,” she shouts.
When I feel her channel start to spasm, I double my efforts. She moves her hips faster, and my hand keeps pace with her.
Blake’s hips jerk, her climax sending her over the edge. Her cum floods my hand, and she screams.
“Santi!”
She comes onmyhand, inmyhouse, wearingmyhat.
