Page 54 of Cherry Picking

Then she shoves me onto my back, throwing a leg over to straddle me at the waist. Long fingernails weave into my hair and scrape along my scalp.

I drop my head back further onto her pillow. “Fuck,” I breathe, “that feels good.”

“Mmm, I like making you feel good.”

I grip both hands around her hips. “Yeah? You know what would make me feel really good?”

“What’s that?” she murmurs, scratching at the back of my neck.

“Eating your cunt.”

Her thighs squeeze around my middle, and the corner of my mouth tilts up. Duly noted. Evie Sutton likes dirty talk.

“I want to make you come,” I tell her, gently rocking her hips against me. “Suck on your needy little clit. You want that, pretty girl?”

She’s warm at the center. I can feel it through the fabric of my pants, core pressing into the hard length of me. My erection is straining, cock pulsing, begging to fill her up. But I need to taste her first. Need to know if her pussy is just as sweet as her mouth and as temperamental as her attitude.

My hands move from her hips to the hemline of her striped shirt. When she nods, I push them underneath, palms smoothing over her toned stomach. Her supple skin is flushed, hot to the touch.

“If you don’t get me naked soon, I’m gonna explode.”

I chuckle warmly. “Well, that would be a fuckin’ mess to clean up.”

“Oh, my God,” she snaps, reaching for the bottom of her shirt and yanking it up over her head.

Before I can get my bearings, she reaches behind her back to unsnap her black lace bra. Small round breasts spill free, and I don’t waste time cupping them with both hands.

“You’re impatient,” I say gruffly.

“And you move at a snail’s pace.”

I lick my lips, thumb brushing over one pert nipple. “I’m taking my damn time. Is that against the law?”

“Yes.”

“Hmm. You gonna lock me up, Officer?”

“Shh.”

She taps my flank, signaling for me to shift onto my elbows. I rise, smiling as she tugs my own shirt up and over my head. We’re both naked from the waist up now, and all I want to do is press myself against her. Feel the soft flesh of her breasts crush into me.

So I haul her forward, chest to chest, my pelvis slotted perfectly with hers. She swivels her hips, and my cock pulses.

“Want you so fucking bad,” I whisper.

“Then take the rest of my clothes off, thirteen. Stop fucking around.”

I give a throaty laugh, obliging her. Once her damp cotton panties are off, we switch our positions again, me on top, her leaning up against the headboard. With her legs outstretched, I slide onto one knee.

“You need a bigger bed,” I say.

“You paying?” she replies.

“Sure. I’d love to.”

She swats gently at my temple. I take the punishment as my cue to splay her open even further, hands pushing against both her knees.

Her perfect pussy glistens, wet and plump as it waits eagerly to be fucked. I caress her thighs, take a deep breath, and nudge her clit with my nose. She’s mostly bare, with a little thatch of hair in a triangle above her opening.