I press her knees apart, pulling two pillows under her head so she can watch me, then she giggles at my sharp inhale.
Her pussy is divinely pink and delicate, and as I slowly spread her open with my fingertips, I see her glistening arousal along her inner lips. Thinking that I turn my girl on with just a few kisses and dirty words makes my cock pulse in anticipation. But this moment isn’t about me. It’s about Layne.
MyLayne. My girl.
I toss her leg over my shoulder, yanking her hips until she's right on the edge of the mattress. Her subtly sweet fragrance is like an exotic drug to me, thickening my blood and making it surge through my veins.
A meandering line of kisses along her inner thigh makes Layne quiver, her hands gripping my shoulders. A trail of butterfly soft kisses all around her pussy makes her fingers thread into the back of my hair. When I spread her open, dragging my tongue slowly across her opening and then circling her clit, she responds with a quiet but lustful moan.
“That's it, gorgeous," I mutter against her twitching, wet skin. "Hold onto me. Come on my mouth, baby."
I rub my face against her soft pussy, then dig in. She gasps as my tongue plunges deep, then her body quivers as my thumb flutters against her clit.
I'm so hard, it's like the pressure twisting through me is trying to drive me crazy.
Scooping an arm under her thigh, I grip her hip, holding her against me as I flutter my tongue against her sensitive nub. My fingers tease slowly, waiting until she moans before going any further. Just one finger shows me how tight she is. How wet. How wanting.
I slowly manage to work my finger deeper inside as she cradles the back of my head, urging me on. I groan when she moans, her hot pussy tightening around me. Her clit swells under my touch as I flatten my tongue, giving her more pressure. Her knees are shaking, each breath a rasp as I feel a wave of tension flow through her.
I want to tell her how badly I need to taste her. Not just now, but every day. I'm already addicted. This is the woman I've been dreaming of. This is the woman I'm going to spend my life with.
"Oh!" she moans weakly, her head tossing on the pillows. "It's… It's almost too much…"
I ease back a little, still holding her tightly. I manage to work a second finger in, not too deep but firmly. Layne caresses the back of my head tenderly, making my soul surge. This can't just be physical. She has to be falling for me as much as I'm falling for her…right? This outrageous heat is going to take decades to explore properly.
Her thighs tremble around me and I feel her pussy clamp down around my fingers. Her head falls back as her breathy cries fill the room. Then I feel every single muscle in her body tense.Another sharp, broken cry, then every bit of tension releases, replaced by softness.
I lap up her juices, reveling in her subtle flavor. Then I kiss a path upward, cupping her breasts in my palms as I lick and suck her nipples.
By the time I'm lying beside her, kissing her soft lips, I'm sweating and almost trembling from the need to tear off my pants and thrust into her. "That was incredible," I exhale.
Layne blinks, then smiles. "That's just what I was going to say, too."
I kiss her forehead and sit up. "I should take a quick shower.” When I stand, her gaze lands on the awkwardly tented fabric at the front of my pants.
"Yeah," I chuckle. "I might take care of that while I’m in there."
As I turn toward the bathroom, Layne grabs my hand. "Can I help?”
9
LAYNE
Ihave to hold onto Mack’s shoulder for stability as I walk to the bathroom. My inner thighs are still tingling. My pussy is still clenching, wishing his fingers were still inside me.
More than his fingers, actually. I've never wanted a man like this. I'm in complete and utter awe of the way he knows exactly what to do to make me feel incredible.
There’s no way I can leave him for the rest of the day with that massive erection.
Mack runs the water, and I grab a clip to twist my hair up to keep it dry. I can't stop staring at his shoulders and ridiculously chiseled torso. I can tell how much he wants to have sex, and yet… He hasn't really suggested it.
I already know that tonight is the night. Not right now, with the clock ticking.
He strips off his suit, pants and shorts, hanging them neatly on the towel rack. When he turns back, one look at my astonished face makes him chuckle. "It's not that bad, is it?"
"Um, no. Not at all…"
His frame looks even more huge and powerful when he’s naked. His cock is perfect. Okay, probably a bit too big,especially for someone inexperienced like me. But it's thick and veiny and straight, and the round head at the tip is already glistening.
