No woman has ever enjoyed cum as much as Sigyn seems to love mine in this moment. Her eyes only leave my face when they roll back with a guttural moan as she sucks the last droplets from the tip of her index finger.
Fuck. I’m already back at half-mast. I’ve never been so turned on in my life. And I’ve seen more than my fair share of porn.
Glad to be leaning against the door, I let my body sag, sliding as I splay my hands at both sides to keep from descending all the way to the floor.
If I thought my heart was racing before, it didn’t have anything on how fast it’s galloping right now. Is this whatheaven feels like? A funny, snarky woman with a killer smile, introspective eyes, tits I can’t wait to suck and bite for hours on end, and an ass I want to come all over?
“Feel better?”
I don’t answer.
Fingers back in her hair, I grip her unruly auburn mane and pull her to her feet without a sound. Whatever caveman lives inside my body has entered the chat. Kicking off my sneakers and socks and stepping out of my clothes, I smash my lips against hers, kissing her till her knees soften.
She braces herself against me, but I’m moving her across the small dorm room to the bed. I’d love to say I’m careful as I dump her ass on the bed, but I’m not. A fire’s raging through my veins, and the only thing I need right now is to have my hands on her skin.
I strip most of her clothes off in record time, but she’s hit by a fit of giggles when I can’t get her damn shoe off and her pants get caught up in the damn thing.
“Need a hand?” She’s propped up on her elbows, her pale skin calling for me to trace my fingertips over every goddamn inch. Her dusty rose nipples are almost symmetrical, and her creamy tits are everything I imagined them to be. I can’t wait to bury my cock between them while she jerks me off.
My dick twitches. It’s almost ready to go again, but this isn’t about me or my dick. This is about the woman who just gave me the best blowjob of my fucking life. And my desire to blow her ever loving mind with my tongue, my fingers, or whatever toy she has lying around.
It’s my turn.
And I’m not going to stop until her soul leaves her fucking body and finds mine floating somewhere above both of us.
I don’t know if it’s a growl or a grunt, but it’s all the answer she’s getting.
Hulking out over her stupid shoe, I finally freeher leg and settle between her thighs, jerking her down the bed so she’s right where I need her to be.
She spreads her legs wide for me, such a beautiful, small accommodation that makes me want to have her begging for mercy from my tongue even more.
I lock my arms under her thighs and stare up at her. The expectant look in her eyes is framed with challenge, like she’s not sure what I’m going to do or if I’ll get her where she needs to be.
I don’t know what damage she has from her ex, but Idoknow I’m not stopping until she comes for me. Don’t fucking care how long it takes.
Tipping my head in a silent question, I wordlessly ask for her consent to continue.
With a growl of her own, she drops her head back onto the soft bedding with a quiet puff of air. “Just fucking lick me already.”
Don’t mind if I do.
I plant my tongue just above her taint—what the fuck is a chick’s taint called? Sticking my tongue flat against her entrance, press hard and drag it right up the center of her pussy.
She rocks her hips as my tongue makes its way to her clit. Pausing for a beat, I swallow, taking a moment to savor her salty flavor. She groans again, thumping both sides of the bed with a whimper. A fucking whimper. I want to hear that again, and again, and once more for good measure.
It’s my turn to cast a wicked grin before I slide my fingers inside her and wiggle them around a bit. Her hips twist in response.
When I remove my hand and suck my fingers into my mouth, her protests die on her lips with a gasp.
“You taste so fucking good, Firecracker.” I lick my lips. “So. Fucking. Good. I’m going to enjoy every fucking drop.”
Dropping back onto the bed between her plush thighs, I don’t waste another second before my tongue is spearing inside her, making her moan. By the time the tip of my tongue flicks against her clit, she’s soaked and writhing.
“Yes. Yes. Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop.”
There’s no “please,” no begging, no biting down on her bottom lip. This woman races toward her orgasm the way she’s been all afternoon, with a confident stride. She knows what she wants, and she’s not accepting anything less.
She’s not quiet. Any time she stops making noise, I change what I do. Move my tongue, slide my fingers inside so I can press against her G-spot, or tweak her nipples with my thumbs and fingertips.
