And who am I to turn down such an invitation?
I skim my teeth over the perfectly pert nipple, which sends Vannah’s nails cascading down my shoulder blade and back. She’s a scratcher, and I’m totally here for it.
If she didn’t leave marks on my ass last night, my shoulder this morning will make up for it. Tipping my head back, a growl reverberates behind my ribs as she drags her nails into my skin leaving a trail of delicious searing burn in her wake.
I clamp my teeth down on her nipple, enjoying her sudden intake of breath before teasing it with the tip of my tongue, making her wriggle beneath me.
“Justin.”
Her voice alone might push me over the edge. My cock pulses with my racing heart. It needs to be inside her again, but I can’t. I don’t know if she’s hurting from last night, or if not sore, at least tender. And I certainly don’t want to make her any worse this morning. I lick my way lazily over to the other side, ignoring the pressure building in my balls.
“How are you feeling this morning?” My words are mumbled against her skin as I continue my journey down her body, exploring her plush stomach, and the squish of her hips. She’s fucking perfect.
Perfect.
“Wet.” Her word escapes on a sigh as she rolls her hips, her thighs falling apart just a little. “Soaking.”
I shoulder her legs farther apart, pausing a moment, taking in her glistening lips. I’m probably drooling, but I don’t care. The memory of her taste, her scent, her reactions are overpowering me right now, driving me to nestle between her thighs and make her soak me with her cum once again.
“Sore?” My higher brain function has deserted me. I’m not capable of forming complete sentences. My inner caveman is in control, and at this point, he’s just grunting words.
She arches again, curving her spine so her pussy lips graze the tip of my nose. “Justin…please…”
The caveman swings his club against the bars of my ribcage, but I can’t bring myself to dive in until I know for sure she’s not hurting.
“Sore?”
Her pussy flexes right in front of my eyes. She did that. She made it clench to tease me, sending memories of those muscles twitching and gripping me straight to my dick.
Fuck, I’m going to ruin her sheets.
“No.” Her closed fists slam against the bed on either side of her body, and I can’t help but grin at her impatience. She pushes her hair off her face, blowing at it and shoving it out of her eyes. “Justin, please. Just…” She waves a hand toward her crotch. “Do…something. Please.”
Her cheeks and chest are flushed, and part of me is tempted to lie there and tease her until she can’t take another second of it. But the other,smarterpart of me knows that if I dare tease this woman for a single minute longer, she’s legitimately going to kill me, or at the very least claw my eyes out with her perfectly manicured nails.
My eyes fall closed as I trail the tip of my tongue along the slick seam of her pussy. She’s every bit as delicious as I remember from the night before, and I hum so she knows just how tasty she is. I tease her lips apart with the end of my nose, dragging my tongue from her entrance all the way to her clit.
Her little bundle of nerves isn’t so little this morning. It’s swollen and clearly sensitive as hell because she’s already writhing underneath me, and her fingers are clawing at my shoulders as she bucks her pelvis against my face.
Sliding my fingers inside her, I stretch a little, checking to see if she’s really not sore at all, or if she just told me she’s not in pain because she’s as needy as I am and so fucking desperate to come. I stretch a little more as I suck and nibble on her clit. My free hand walks up her stomach before cupping her lush breast, palming it around, squeezing and tugging.
Her body is every bit as responsive as it was last night, and then some, but I’m not fool enough to think it’s going to be any easier for me to make her come this morning.
I don’t care how long it takes, I’m ready for the challenge. I brush the flat of my tongue against her clit, enjoying the little shivers it sends through her muscles. She rests her calves on my shoulders, and I slide my fingers inside. I tap on her g-spot with a single finger, in time with the sweeps of my tongue against her pussy.
“Just…in… Justin…” She’s panting my name in time to the beat of my mouth and hand. “More. More fingers.”
I murmur against her, my eyes fluttering open to see her head tip back as she moans my name again.
“Fill me.”
I can’t help the grin that spreads across my face. She had my dick twice last night, and she feels empty this morning. She wants it again.
I’ve never had that before.
I’ve had girls bitch about how uncomfortably big I am, how they can’t fit me in their mouth or pussy, how I’ve butted up against their cervix, how I need to sort myself out with my hands.
But Savannah, my pretty girl, can’t get enough.
