I ran my hands up her thighs, pushing them wider apart, as wide as she could handle. The softness of her skin made my mouth water. I couldn't hold back anymore—I lowered my head and dragged my tongue along herinner thigh, starting at her knee and working my way up to where the lace met flesh. I caught the edge of her panties between my teeth, tugging.
She released a soft moan.
I could feel how wet she was, the fabric already damp and sticking to her.
I inhaled her, inhaled the smell of her arousal.
It made my head spin.
All thought of foreplay to prepare her for what was to come left my brain.
I wanted—no needed—to claim every inch of her inside and out. To erase all of her past and to show her what it would really feel like when a man worshipped a woman, to give her the kind of pleasure she deserved.
I drew back, hooked my fingers under the waistband of her panties.
She laughed when I tried to pull them down as they caught on her hip. "Are panties really that hard to handle for someone who knows how to ruin a person's reputation?" she teased.
I didn't bother with patience. I just ripped them off, the sound loud and crude. She gaped at me, then at the shreds in my hand.
"Hey! I liked those?—"
"I'll buy you a hundred more," I said. "Any color and brand you want."
She grinned. "You got that kind of money?"
"You have no idea."
I dropped what was left of her panties on the floor, palms sliding up the insides of her thighs, parting her lips until I could see the pink of her pussy, open and ready. She shuddered, arching up again. I loved when she did that, loved seeing how the lean muscle on her body stiffened and shifted under that gorgeous silk-like skin.
I bent down and kissed the spot just below her knee, soft at first, then rough, biting the unharmed patch of skin just a little as I moved higher.
When I finally reached her pussy, I flattened my tongue and licked her slow, then faster, circling her clit with the tip.
She bucked so hard she nearly knocked the table over.
"Holy fuck," she purred. "Don't stop. Please."
I didn't. I lapped at her, slow and measured, then fast and sharp, until her whole body trembled.
"You like having your mouth on me, don't you?" she whispered raggedly, grabbing the edge of the table with one hand for leverage. It wasn't a question.
I nodded against her. "Best thing I've ever tasted." Then I shoved my tongue between her lips, teased her entrance.
She bucked again, hips lifting off the surface. The table rattled.
She was loud as she made mewling sounds.
I wrapped my hand around my length, working myself with deliberate patience while my other hand found its way between her legs and slid two fingers inside, just to feel how tight and wet she was. Seeing myself penetrate her was like seeing myself being born again.
The slick evidence of her desire coated my skin.
Fuck. I did that to her. I had her soaking for me.
Something fundamental shifted inside me at the realization.
She moaned when I crooked my fingers up and found her spot.
So easy to please.I could feel her clenching around my digits.
