“Men,” she huffs out, her eyes dancing.
“Yeah.” I bury my face in those glorious tits, rubbing my face lightly back and forth, back and forth. “Right now, I’m damned glad for that.”
She giggles, but then I’m kissing her lightly, kneading at her flesh.
Her moan wraps itself around my dick as I drag my tongue over her skin.
I leave her nipples alone for the moment, not wanting her on the wrong side of sensitive, then kiss my way down her torso, her hips, nudging her sweats down so I can press my lips to her pubic bone.
“Please,” she whispers, lifting up slightly.
Enough for me to tug down her underwear, to expose that plump pink pussy to my gaze.
Leaning in, I draw my tongue through her slick folds.
“Oh,” she moans, her hands diving into my hair and clenching tightly at the strands.
Tightly enough that pain shoots through my scalp—though it’s not nearly as painful as my dick, which is hard and aching and protesting the confines of my pants. Still, I take the silent message and do it again. Then again.
Then I’m fucking her with my fingers and tongue, doing all the things I learned she likes during our night together.
Discovering new ones too—she likes my teeth on her labia, and her clit is sensitive too so it needs gentle strokes instead of firm circles, and, oh, she really, fucking really likes it when I slide my hands under her ass and devour her properly.
“Leo!” she gasps, grinding her pussy against my face.
Her desire coats my beard, my fingers, and then her sweet little cunt is tightening around my fingers and?—
“Oh, fuck. Leo!” she cries out.
And she comes apart.
It’s fucking beautiful.
I want to make it happen again and again and?—
“Now,” she whispers, her hands reaching for the waistband of my jeans.
“No, Harp,” I say, wiping my face on my sleeve. “That was for you.”
“Leo.” She undoes the button on my jeans, tugs down the zipper, and dives her hand inside. “I need you inside me.”
I should just let this end here.
But…
Her fingers are wrapping around my cock and stroking and, fuck, but I want her so badly.
So, I don’t fight her when she pushes my pants down, don’t fight her when she drags me toward her and positions my cock at her entrance.
And I sure as shit don’t fight her when she lifts her hips and starts to take me inside.
With a groan, I plunge deep, feeling the slick heat of her clasping me tightly.
Shit.
This isn’t good.
As in, I’m at risking of making it not good because it’s so fucking good.
