That’s more like it.
I ease my way between her tits and regret not having ripped her bra off already. Plenty of time for that later. She shifts restlessly, her fingers tangling in my hair as I suck her nipple through the cotton.
“Take your jeans off.” Her words are slurred like she’s drunk, and I tear my mouth from her so I can see her face.
“You giving me orders?”
“I want to see the rest of your tats.”
“You will. That’s a promise.” I inch down her body again, teasing and stroking until she can’t keep still. Her last three buttons tug free, andfinallyher sweet pussy is laid bare to me. I give an unintentional groan because, Christ, she’s so pretty I just want to eat her up and never let her go.
I spread her thighs with my knees and kiss her, open-mouthed, sliding my tongue through her silky slit. Her nails dig into my head, and her soft moans are the craziest turn-on I’ve ever heard in my life.
My dick throbs, and the need to make her mine thunders in my head.Not. Yet.I shove my hands beneath her and grasp her ass.Gonna make that mine, too.
I tease her clit with the tip of my tongue. Her breath’s ragged, her grip on me lethal. Her muscles tense, and with a choked gasp, she comes, bucking into my face like she’s lost her mind, and I fucking love it.
She’s still shuddering as I pull back and tear off my jeans. If I don’t get inside her right now I’m gonna die. It’s sheer reflex that I grab a rubber and roll it on, as I can’t take my gaze from her wet pussy and pink lips.
I lie next to her and haul her onto me. She collapses onto my chest, her breath rasping and eyes closed. It’s hot, but I need more. “Sit up.” My voice is raw. “I want to watch you slide down my dick.”
She pushes herself up, her hands on my shoulders. Her face is flushed and her eyes are glazed and a weird pain shoots through my chest. Christ, she’s beautiful.
“Inverted missionary.” She gives me a smile that damn well takes my breath away. “You ready for this?”
I’ve been ready for two of the longest weeks in my life. “Ride me hard.” Roughly, I drag her bra down so her tits spring free. Her nipples are dark and erect, and my mouth waters. “Do it now.”
I drag my gaze from her chest and watch as she slowly eases herself into position. She takes her sweet time about it, as though she’s deliberately pushing me to the edge of my control.
A feral grin splits my mouth. She might be killing me, but hell, I like it. Her swollen lips stretch around the head of my dick, and I swear my heart stops beating for an endless second. I can’t tear my eyes away as she slowly sinks down my length, her tight pussy damn near blowing my mind.
I cup her gorgeous tits and play with her nipples, and she falls forward so I can suck her hard. She squirms, loses momentum, and I push her upright again. Much as I want to own every inch of her, right now I need to see the way her pussy hugs my dick.
It’s fucking insane. I grab her hips and take control, slamming her down my length with every frenzied thrust. Her tits jiggle, hampered by her tangled bra, and it’s too much.
With a savage growl, I let go and pump into her, harder, more,everything.She convulses around me, another orgasm, and it’s good and right, like nothing I’ve had before, and my whole damn mind shuts down.
She falls onto me again, and this time I wrap my arms around her, holding her close. Holding her like I’ll never let her go. I don’t fight the thought. Don’t care. It doesn’t matter.
All that matters is she’s here in my arms, and she’s mine.
I don’t know how long we lay there, while I suck in air and wait for my heartbeat to return to normal. Seems like hours. I don’t want to move. I’m still inside her and I know I should do something about it, but it feels too good to shatter the moment.
She shivers, and I sigh. “You cold?” I trail my hand along her back and cradle her butt.
“Mm.” She sounds reluctant to admit it.
I roll onto my side, holding her close, and withdraw. It’s cold somehow, now that I’m no longer inside her, and instead of freaking the shit out of me, it makes me give a twisted smile.
“Stay there.” I take care of business and go find a blanket. Sure, we could just go straight to bed, but there’s plenty of time for that. When I return to the living room, she’s sitting up hugging a cushion to her chest.
“Here.” I sit next to her and pull the cushion away, and a tat on her hip catches my eye. How didn’t I notice that before? Except I know why. I was too wrapped up in owning her pussy. I run the tip of my finger over the tiny, multi-colored unicorn and laugh. Such a girly thing, and it suits her perfectly. “Cute.”
She hums a laugh and wraps the blanket across her shoulder. “Hurt like holy hell. My sister had to practically hold me down so they could finish it off.”
I snort and pull the blanket over my legs. Not because I’m cold, but it just feels good to share. “Why go through with it then?”
“I always wanted a tattoo. I promised myself I’d get one as soon as…” Her voice trails away, and she gives a strange little smile, as though she’s not sure whether to tell me or not.
