Fuck, that was the prettiest pussy I’d ever seen.
It glistened with her wetness, dripping down her ass and pooling on the duvet.
She moved to close her legs, but my hands tightened on her thighs, keeping her spread open. “Let me look at it,” I growled.
Her muscles relaxed. I loved that she was indulging my new obsession.
My eyes traced over those pink, puffy folds. I imagined feeding my cock between them and shuddered. I was so fucking hard that I was pulsating.
With effort, I tore my gaze away. If I wanted to last more than a single thrust, I needed to cool down.
She was still catching her breath, so I decided it was time to get her heels off. I was pretty sure I had marks from them on my back—not that I minded. Making her fall apart had been glorious. Somewhere in the top five experiences of my life. She tasted just like I remembered, like a ripe fucking raspberry—sweet with a little tang.
I grabbed her foot and propped it on top of my thigh. There was a thin strap around her ankle, held together with the world’s tiniest clasp—what the fuck was up with women and microscopic closures on everything? I undid it and pulled the shoe off. Her toes were painted.
Pink.
I slid my thumb over them.
Then I did the same with her other foot.
“Thanks,” she said weakly.
The next item on my list of things I needed to remove from her body was that dress. Yeah, she looked stunning in it when we were on the dance floor, but now it was just a nuisance.
I sank onto the bed beside her, gave her a bruising kiss, and then flipped her face down onto the mattress.
“Fuck me,” I grumbled as my fingers closed around the first button. “They’re tiny and the same color as the fabric. How the fuck did you get this on in the first place?”
One popped open.
“Patience,” she said.
Then two.
“Not my fucking virtue.”
Three.
“Thank you for not ripping into it like a caveman.”
Four.
“Don’t thank me yet. I’m still considering it.”
She laughed.
Slowly, the two sides of the dress parted, revealing swaths of smooth, golden-brown skin.
I wasn’t even close to being done, but I couldn’t fucking resist. I leaned down and pressed my lips to her spine, kissing vertebra by vertebra as they appeared. Goosebumps spread over her skin.
It dawned on me I never did shit like this. I wasn’t gentle when I fucked. But with her, I couldn’t help it.
I wanted to savor this.
After another few buttons, the dress had finally loosened enough for me to slide it off her shoulders. My gaze raked over the expanse of her bare back, and I traced my fingers along her ribcage as I slowly peeled the gown down, exposing more and more of her. She shivered under my touch, her breath catching when my hands reached the swell of her ass.
She let me grope her for a bit before she rolled onto her back with the dress pooled around her hips. Her eyes were heavy-lidded, her lips swollen from our kisses.
