She nods her head yes next to my lips, and I smile.
“Please.”
Her plea touches me deep, and I draw in my breath. She’s starving to be touched. If I thought six months was hard, I can’t even imagine years. Fucking Eric.
“Anything you want,” I whisper against her cheek.
I pull the strap of her gown over her shoulder and kiss it as I reach around to find her zipper. I’m careful with it, and thankfully it comes down smoothly. She shudders as my fingertips graze over her naked skin. She pulls off the other side so I can explore. She feels exquisite against my skin. I press a hand to her back and pull her naked breasts against my naked chest, groaning at the warmth and welcome sensation of skin flush against skin.
She whimpers and squeezes me with her thighs, and I know she wants more.
“Are you wet for me, Ava?”
“Yes,” she whimpers again, squirming.
“I can’t wait to taste you on my tongue. Would you like that?”
She hums her approval, scooting her hips toward me, seeking me. I’m rock hard, and I press myself against her hot center, burning a hole through that thin dress.
“We gotta take that dress off before you make a mess of it.”
She whimpers again.
“Do you like when I talk dirty to you?”
“Yes,” she states matter of factly.
“Does your cunt like the idea of my fingers working inside of you?”
“Fuck. Yes, she does.”
“Mmmm…Is she clenching on air right now? Is she aching to be filled?” I whisper hoarsely as I lift the hem of her dress up, helping her get it over her hips so that I can pull it all the way off of her. I lay it somewhere on the counter to the side ofus. Pulling her to the edge of the counter, I spread her legs wide and press her to me as I roll my hard cock against the center of her, and she gives me a little breathy cry of exhilaration.
“Do you remember how it feels for a man to make you come?
“No.”
My heart hurts a little for her at that thought, but I’m about to remind her, which leaves me one hell of an excited man. I run my fingers beneath the hemline of her panties half covering those sweet cheeks. They’re those smooth laser-cut edges that women say don’t show underneath your clothes, and whoever invented them can be proud of their work because I could not make out the line of them beneath her dress one bit.
“I’m going to change that.”
“Oh.”
“Get used to that word. I’m hoping you’ll be gasping it in a few minutes.”
I kiss her, ravaging her mouth while working my cock against her as my fingers skim over every available inch of her skin. She melts into my touch, and the idea that I can’t actually fuck her has me itching to fuck her all the more. Her hips roll back against me, and I grasp them to anchor me, enjoying the feel of how they undulate beneath my fingers. We’re both panting, hot and fucking bothered, both of us trying to figure out who has the balls to cross the line first. I bend down and capture a nipple in my mouth, wondering how gloriously flushed she looks right now. It’s going to have to be me. She hasn’t been touched in so long that I doubt she can even think right now.
I let my fingers trail along her belly as I lavish a nipple with my tongue, making sure to dip and tease along her waistband. She spreads wider and leans back a smidge, granting me access, giving me that green light. I let her nipple pop out of my mouth before moving to the other. I graze my fingersalong the outside of her panties, running them over the wetness seeping through the fabric and grit my teeth.
“So, so wet.”
I continue grazing, increasing the pressure of my fingertips with each pass down. Her little bundle of nerves perks beneath my ministrations, and her whimpers scratch at the most masculine part of my being.
When I slip my fingers underneath the hemline and slip them up and down over her wet slit, she lets out a shuddering breath.
“Time to take these off,” I whisper against her chest. A strangled sound reverberates in her throat, and I realize that she’s more than ready for me to do so. I hook my fingers in the waistband, and she lifts for me to pull them off. I stuff them in my pocket and open her legs back up. The sound of her ragged breath has my heart pounding.
“I can’t decide whether to tongue-fuck you or finger-fuck you first,” I declare. I bend to kiss her inner knee before grazing my knuckles across her mound. It’s dark, and she has no idea what’s coming. A lascivious grin cracks across my face as I enjoy the thought of making her guess. Fuck, I wish I could see her.
