She’s so drenched over me, her juices trickle down between my legs. I let go of her nipple with a pop. “Were you this wet while you were sucking my dick?”
“Yes. I wanted to suck you off so bad.”
My cock swells bigger underneath her slick flesh.
She continues, “I saw you and couldn’t resist. Did you like it?”
“Couldn’t you tell? I fucking loved it. When you had me in your mouth, it felt like you owned me—and you were mine.” That mutual possession filled me with a monstrous lust that refuses to be satisfied.
She flushes. “Youaremine. And I’m yours.”
Heat blazes through me at her shy admission. The words seem to carry more weight than my ring on her finger.
I switch nipples and grind my pelvis against her. She hangs on to me, a thin film of sweat glinting on her gorgeous skin. I don’t understand how a woman can taste this good—sheer cream and sugar and everything that makes her feminine and beautiful. I push a finger between our bodies and slowly rub it against her swollen clit.
She lets out a soft cry. “Oh my God, that feels so good.”
But it isn’t enough to satisfy me. I need to taste her all over, and I’m not having her for the first time on a sofa.
I kick off my sweatpants, then cup her ass and stand up. She yelps in surprise, wrapping her legs tightly around my waist, looping her arms around my neck. The position has her nipples rubbing against my chest with each step, and I shift so that every time I take a stride, my dick bumps against her clit. Her muscles tighten with tension, and she bites her lip.
I lean in and kiss her as I walk up the stairs. She pulls my tongue into her mouth just like she did with my cock. My blood pressure skyrockets. Klein is going to be the death of me, but it’s going to be the sweetest death anyone could ever imagine, and a better one than I deserve.
I take her to my room and lay her on the bed. She’s divine on the sheets, and I pull the skirt off her and throw it on the floor.
Her dark eyes on mine, she spreads her legs. “Please,” she says. I brace myself over her, one hand on each side of her head. Then I kiss her, tasting a hint of coffee and that honeyed flavor I associate uniquely with her. Her eager tongue tangles with mine, her hands roaming all over my body.
I grab her wrists and pin them by her head. “Behave,” I warn. “Don’t push me too hard.” Although I came only a few minutes ago, my body is already ready for another orgasm.
“I just want to feel you,” she says, licking her lips. “I want to feel all of—”
I kiss her hard to steal her breath and shut her up before she can say more. She moans softly against my mouth, and I rain delicate kisses all along her sensitive neck.
I move down to her stunning breasts, lingering over her nipples, flicking my tongue over them and teasing them until they’re impossibly hard. She moves her legs restlessly, tilting her hips, trying to press her slick folds against my shaft to relieve the pressure building inside her.
I move lower, brushing my mouth along the gentle slope of her belly. I adore that she’s so soft and feminine.
I throw her legs over my shoulders, but she puts the soles of her feet on my back and spreads her knees, presenting herself like an exquisite feast for me to enjoy.
My tongue glides along her flesh, lapping up the abundant juices on her hot pink core. She tastes like honey and nectar. The flavor goes straight to my head, and my cock is now painfully hard.
I use my tongue and lips on her, licking and sucking. She rocks against my face. I revel in her surprising lack of inhibition. This is whatI’mdoing to her. My Klein, my beautiful little Klein.
Her breathing begins to hitch. I push my tongue into her pussy, and she twists and rocks even harder against my face. Tension coils inside her, her belly jerking. I suck her clit hard, and hum to create vibration.
“Oh my God,holy—!” she screams, her back bowed in climax. She goes rigid and then begins to shake as she rides it out.
Watching an orgasm breaking over her is such a gift. Male satisfaction fills my heart. This isalwayshow she should be: glowing and sated. I lick her again for a final taste, then let go of her wrists to wipe my mouth.
“That was incredible,” she whispers, her eyes glazed. “But—”
“What do you want, baby? Tell me.”
“I want you to absolutely wreck me,” she says. “I want to feel your cock inside me, Josh. I want to feel it filling my pussy.”
I clench my jaw as I fight for control. This woman instinctively knows how to push all the right buttons. I thank my lucky stars that I got the vasectomy a while ago so I’ll never procreate, and I also pat myself on the back for always using condoms. I’d never go bare with Klein if I wasn’t one hundred percent certain that I was clean.
“In the interests of full disclosure, I’m clean,” I tell her.
