She leans back just enough to pull the shirt over her head, revealing a simple black bra underneath. Her small tits are perfect, the nipples hard and visible through the thin material.
“So fucking beautiful,” I murmur, cupping one breast in my hand. I lean forward and capture a nipple through the fabric, sucking it into my mouth.
Pinky moans, her back arching as she pushes herself against my mouth. I reach around and unhook her bra with one hand. She pulls her arms from around my neck and rolls her shoulders forward. The fabric slides down her slender arms, and she catches it in her hands, tossing it to the floor.
Her skin glows in the firelight as I take in the sight of her bare breasts. Small but perfect, with rosy nipples begging for my attention. I cup them both in my hands, my thumbs circling those hard little buds.
“You like that, don’t you, butterfly?” I say, pinching one nipple lightly.
Her breath catches in her throat, and she nods, sinking her straight teeth into her lip.
“Use your words, baby.” I pinch a little harder, making her moan.
“Yes! I like it,” she breathes.
“Good girl.” I reward her by leaning in and taking her nipple into my mouth, sucking hard while my hand works her other breast.
Her hips start to move, grinding down on my cock trapped in my jeans. The friction is maddening, and I can feel how wet she is even through two layers of denim.
I stand up suddenly, lifting her with me. She squeals in surprise, her legs wrapping around my waist to keep from falling.
“Where are we going?” she asks as I carry her down the hall.
“Bedroom,” I grunt, kicking open my door.
The candles haven’t reached in here, so it’s dark except for the moonlight reflecting off the snow outside, casting a blue-white glow through the window. I lay her down on my king-sized bed, the springs creaking under our weight.
I stand up and strip off my shirt, tossing it aside. Her eyes roam over my chest, taking in the tattoos that cover most of my torso. She sits up, reaching for the button of my jeans.
“Let me,” she says, her voice husky with desire.
I let her undo my jeans, then shove them and my boxers down my legs. My cock springs free, hard and ready. She wraps her small hand around it, stroking gently.
“Fuck,” I hiss, my eyes closing briefly at the sensation.
When I open them again, she’s looking up at me with those innocent blue eyes, her hand still working my cock. The contrast of her sweet face and the dirty things she’s doing to me is making me lose my mind.
Stepping back, I break her hold on me. “Your turn. Take those off.”
She gets to her knees and unbuttons her jeans, then, falling to her hip, she wriggles out of them, taking her panties off at the same time. “I need you,” she whispers, lying back on the bed, completely naked and so fucking beautiful it hurts to look at her.
I kneel on the bed between her spread legs, running my hands up her thighs. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”
She shakes her head, her pink hair fanning out on the pillow.
“You make me fucking crazy,” I tell her, lowering myself to press a kiss to her inner thigh. “I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you.”
Her breathing quickens as I move higher, getting closer to where she wants me most. I can smell her arousal, see the glistening evidence of how much she wants this on the lips of her pussy.
“Aaron, please,” she whimpers, her hips lifting slightly.
“Please what, butterfly? Tell me what you want.”
“Touch me,” she begs. “Kiss me. Put your mouth on me. Anything. Just—please.”
I grin against her thigh, enjoying her desperation. Then I give her what she’s asking for, running my tongue through her slit in a long, slow lick.
“Ah!” she cries out, her hands flying to my hair.
