He settled himself between her thighs, feeling flustered as she fumbled with the buckle on his pants.Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
“Not yet,” he spoke against her lips.
“What–you–” she struggled as she tried to sit up.
He crawled down her body, placing his rough hand against her chest and nudging her down until she was laid flat again.
“Lay back,” he commanded. “I’m going to remind you what it is you’ve been missing all these years.”
She returned his smirk with a dreamy smile as he popped the button on her shorts, watching as she lifted her hips so he could slide them down her legs alongside her white lace panties.
Her thighs wrapped around his shoulders and he gripped her hips to pull her close to him. He pressed his face to her center, inhaling and groaning into her.
“Oh yeah, she’s missed me too.”
That made her giggle.
The first swipe of his tongue through her wet slit sent her back arching off the bed. The second made her buck so forcefully that he moved his hands to her stomach to keep her pinned to the bed.
He started with gentle licks, before he couldn’t hold back; wishing he was drowning and losing himself as he devoured her with his whole mouth.
“You’re such a… fucking tease,” she said, struggling to make coherent words come out.
He laughed with his face still smothered.
“But you taste so good,” he said, groaning as he continued to lap at her soaked pussy. “You always tasted so fucking good, baby.”
He picked up his pace, kissing her, eating her pussy like a starved man unable to finish his meal fast enough.
She was usually in control. They both knew it. Out in the world she had every advantage over him, he would crawl at her feet. But here, this was where he made her crawl for him instead.
“Yes…yes!” she cried, fingers twisting in his hair to hold him in place.
“You’re close, baby,” he said, his voice muffled. “I can feel it. Come on my tongue.”
She arched off the bed in a strangled cry as she came. He didn’t let up. Using his tongue to swipe gentle strokes over her clit as she rode the high. He finished with a kiss on her inner thigh before crawling up her body until they were face to face again.
“Shit,” she laughed.
“Told you,” he smirked.
She looked down over him. He expected her to be slow to recover, but from the look in her eye her appetite had only increased. “You’re still wearing pants.”
The metal clanged as she pulled his belt free and then unzipped his fly, her hand quickly finding his hard, waiting cock and swirling over the beads of pre-cum that were leaking from his tip.
She removed her hand and swirled her finger into her mouth, licking the pre-cum that she gathered there.
“Holy shit,” he said, scrambling to kick his jeans away as fast as possible while she laughed. When they were both naked and he was placed between her legs again, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him with a wondered smile.
When they pulled away, he moved in an obvious reach for the condoms next to his bed. She stopped him with a grip on his arm.
“I want to feel you,” she said.
He dropped his head to her neck and huffed a laugh. “You’re killing me, baby.”
“I’m still on the pill. And I’m clean. You?”
“Clean,” he said, looking into her eyes with wild lust. He gripped his cock, sliding it through her wet folds before gently nudging at her entrance.
