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Dragging my gaze back up to her face, I murmur, “Gorgeous.”
Her head tilts to the side, and her expression shifts to one of need. “Tasty,” she replies, and her teeth bite down into the pillowy softness of her bottom lip.
I reach for her waist, tugging her lushness flush against my body. Circling my free hand around to squeeze her butt cheek, I lift up, and her legs immediately spread apart to wrap around my waist. My cock brushes temptingly against her pussy. Already, I’m fully hard again, and the need to fill her consumes me.
Taking one step in the direction of the bed, I stop.
“What’s wrong?” she asks from where her face is buried in my neck.
Frustrated, I groan, and it rumbles from my chest. “It’s a fucking waterbed.”
A muffled laugh jiggles her tits against my chest. I fucking want this woman in a way that makes my blood rush south in a tsunami of need and my heart pound like it might just jump out of my chest cavity. I don’t remember ever feeling this level of need before. Over her shoulder, my gaze snags on the wooden desk. It’s not large, but it looks solid with thick carved legs.
A foot away from the desk, and I release one arm from Freya’s waist to sweep the contents off it. Pens, notepads, the still-spread-out map from yesterday, and a bunch of colorful brochures fall to the carpet at my feet before I lift Freya onto the edge.
Fuck, I want her, but first I need to know the taste of her weeping pussy.
Her arms remain hooked around my neck, and I reach up to release them. “I fucking have to taste you. And you need to lie back and take it,” I demand.
Lust sparks in the deep-green reflective pools her eyes have become. I want to get lost in their depths and never find my way out.
“Fucking do it,” she responds, bracing her hands against the desktop, one on either side of her hips. She spreads her legs wide, waiting. Then throws her head back to rest against the brick wall behind her, and long blond locks flow over her shoulders and down her back. Her nipples are pointed peaks begging for my attention. I’ve never seen a more beautiful sight.
I duck my head down and take one of her tempting buds into my mouth, rolling the pebbled tip between my teeth.
Her increasingly loud gasps guide my tongue and hands, directing the pressure I exert as I massage the globes and suck and nip her pert rosy peaks.
Fuck, her tits are perfect, like every other thing about her. And another rush of desire shoots straight to my cock. But there is so much more to discover and worship.
I kneel before her, admiring the paradise between her creamy open thighs. A landing strip of trimmed, fair hair does nothing to disguise her glistening need for more.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” I wish I had more words—better ones to describe her—but she seems to have stolen them when our tongues tangled. Or maybe when she drank my cock dry. My sensory neurons have misfired, and I’m not sure they’ll ever be the same again.
Her head tilts down, her gaze merely emerald shards between her thick curling lashes.
“You want to watch me?”
She nods, and several golden strands fall forward.
“Do you want me licking?” I lean forward, place my thumbs on her pussy lips to spread them open, and swipe my tongue between her folds.
She releases a gasp on her exhaled breath. Her hands curling white-knuckle tight around the edge of the desk.
She likes that.
“Or sucking?” I ask, my gaze never leaving hers as I lean forward again and suck lightly on her clit.
One hand flies up to land on my shoulder; the sting of her nails digging into my flesh holds my mouth on her.
She fucking loves that. And so do I.
Soft sounds fall from her mouth unfiltered. And I alternate between licking and sucking, her pussy weeping on my tongue. She’s a dripping, needy hot mess, and I want to drink in every drop of pleasure I can tease from her body.
Her hips tilt up to give me better access. Rocking against my mouth, she reaches for the orgasm teetering just below the surface.
“Finger fuck me,” she begs. And she can beg all she wants, but the first thing I’ll be filling her needy pussy with is my cock, not my fingers.
“No,” I growl, briefly releasing my mouth from her. “I only want your pussy squeezing on my cock.”
