“Answer me, Sweetheart.”
“I need you.”
The sound of those words off her tongue elicit a rumble from the depths of my chest as I finger the two sides of her unbuttoned shirt and yank it open, pull her body flush with my chest, and tear it down her arms. I swallow her gasp of surpriseand taste the remnants of wine on her tongue. It’s intoxicating. All Holly, and full of carnal promise.
“Then you’ll have me.”
Dainty fingers coast up my abs, dancing across as much skin as she wants as I devour her mouth, not leaving a corner of it unexplored. Her breasts heave against my chest, and when her arms wrap around my neck, I back her up against the bedroom wall. My hands lazily draw paths along her skin, teasing the edges of her lace-covered tits, and lower, skimming along the waistband of her jeans. She reaches down to undo her button, so I grab those feisty little fingers and press them up over her head against the wall, trapping them within my grasp as I do the honors. She arches against me, seeking my body’s warmth and moaning into the kiss when I lower the zipper, pushing down the denim from around her hips. She’s antsy, using her feet to shuffle out of the jeans, and I allow it, but that’s as antsy as I’ll let her get about it.
Drawing a slow path up her thigh, I trace her supple skin, memorizing curves and dips before releasing her bra’s clasp. I pull away a strap, bending to kiss the exposed skin of her shoulder before nipping and dragging my lips to the other. She squirms against me, capturing my thigh between hers and sighing when I flex it back against the hot center of her. Every time she speeds the rhythm of her hips up, I back off the friction, and her delicious little huffs of frustration fuel me to keep teasing.
I trace tiny circles around her pert nipples through the lace as my tongue dances along the swells peeking over the cups. A victorious, little whine escapes her when my fingertips finally tease beneath the fabric, spreading to grasp and knead her ample flesh. She sighs with relief, leaning her head back against the wall. I take her moment of relief away by pressing my thigh back against her fully. At the same time, I pull the cup away anddraw her nipple into my mouth. She gasps my name, surprised by the sudden switch of tempo, and her hands fight mine to be freed. I let them go, groaning against her skin when her fingers immediately thread their way into my hair. Cupping her hot pussy through the satin of her panties, I hum with pleasure, finding her wet and aching for me.
Her hips circle, and she lets out a little noise of discontent that there’s still fabric between us. Her fingers tease beneath the band of my joggers, finding me bare and rock hard for her.
“That’s insanely hot,” she murmurs against my lips, pushing me back toward my bed as she fidgets with the waistband, pushing them down over the swell of my ass. “This ass. I love it.”
“Ditto. And by that, I mean yours,” I chuckle back.
I hum with delight when she pushes me down onto the bed, yanking down my pants the rest of the way with the action. Her eyes stare hard at my cock as she pulls them from my ankles, pupils blowing wide when I spread my thighs a bit and run my fist up and down its rigid length. She bites her lip, reaching down to pet her pussy through the damp fabric of her panties.
“Take them off, Hol,” I growl, needing to see all of her. She wiggles them off, and I pat the bed beside my thigh. “Put one foot up here and let me watch you pet yourself again.”
She slips her foot up beside me.
“Why do you call me Hol and not Hollz like the others?”
“Because that nickname is mine, like you. Not theirs.” I watch with rapt fascination as her fingers skate over her glistening skin. She dips between her lips once. A soft groan of approval wrenches from my lips, and I grip my cock tighter. Dying to taste her, I reach out and capture her wrist, pulling her slick fingers into my mouth and swirling my tongue around them, letting her essence mingle so I can savor it.
She bends forward, caging me in with her arms, and takes a lazy kiss from me, moaning softly when our tongues dance together and she samples herself. It’s hot and dirty, and fuck I want her.
“Your thick fingers stroking that big cock have my insides screaming to suck it down my throat.”
“Such a dirty mouth. I need it.”
She lowers herself onto the floor between my knees. Her round, golden brown eyes stare wide up at me as she covers my stroking hand with hers. She bends in and swirls her tongue around the head, and I shiver, letting go of my dick so she can take over. I reach forward, gathering up all of her pretty waves in my fist so they don’t get in the way. My throat rumbles softly as she teases me. I shift my ass closer to the edge of the bed, spreading wider to let her in. This pleases her, a low hum of approval whispering across her lips as she cups my balls with her free hand while she strokes me.
I hold her hair, watching with my lips parted as she tentatively laps her tongue over the crown, swirling around it, then teasing the slit of me with the tip of it. She slides her eyes up to me in the sexiest of ways, and my lips fall open in a gasp when she finally takes the head of me between her lips, stretching wide and smoothing their way down, down, down, until she can’t anymore.
“Holy-fucking-hell, Hol…”I exaggerate between gritted teeth, fighting not to thrust into her throat. She plays with me, testing out what makes my stomach clench and my thighs tighten, moaning when she wrenches little sounds of pleasure from me. I groan at the sound she makes every now and then, when she takes me back just a little too far and gags, then swallows, trying to regain her composure.
“I need you to come,” I pant out harshly to her, fighting letting go and blowing in her mouth. She has no idea that if thathappens, it’ll be a first for me. Would she even let me? That’ll have to be a different time. I want inside of her.
I bend forward to grab her, but she pushes me back against the bed, hand splayed across my lower abs, her eyes intent on mine.Oh hell, that’s what she wants.I lean my head back, letting her continue to steer the reins, and she hums in approval. I spread my legs wider, reaching forward and tangling my other hand deep in her hair and allowing my hips to slide forward and back just a little, just to help. Her pupils dilate more, another soft moan escaping her. She lets go of my balls and drags her nails up my inner thigh and over my hip to reach around me and squeeze my ass cheek as she pulls me deeper into her mouth.
“Do you like when I help?” I ask roughly, and her eyes water as she nods a little. “More?” She nods again, and I curse under my breath, pressing deeper. She gags a little but doesn’t pull back, breathing through it, relaxing into me. She squeezes my ass, and I go deeper again. Her breasts heave against my thighs, and I realize that she likes this.
“You enjoying this?”
She nods more fervently.
“Touch yourself. I’ll be gentle, but I’ll take it from here.” I stand so that I can can fuck her face with a better range of motion. “Tap my right thigh if you need me to back off. Tap my left thigh if you want more. Understand?”
She moans in response, slipping her fingers between her thighs. She makes a little sound of excitement, and her lids flutter when she makes contact with her clit. A shiver runs up her spine, her brows furrowing as her eyes lose focus a smidge, so I know she just swallowed a finger.
“Give that pussy at least two fingers, baby. She needs it.” I growl as I begin a slow thrust into her mouth, easing my way back. Holly whimpers. “That’s my good girl.” I go deeper, but shetaps my left thigh saying she wants more. I curse, speeding up and pushing into her throat. Her eyes roll back, and she squeezes my left thigh.Fuuuckme, she’s going to be my little mouth slut.
I plunge into her throat, reveling in the choke and her tearful lashline, but she just rubs my left thigh, demanding more. Demanding all of me. A stuttery breath oozes out of me, my voice taking on a dangerous timbre.
