27
Ridge
Robyn tastes fucking amazing. I have to hold back a groan as I lick her clit.
She’s laid out on the dining room table for me, naked, knees parted. Her face is flushed, and her tits rise and fall with every breath she takes. Her nipples are tight and dark.
She’s a vision, and for the next few days, she’s all mine. For the next few hours, at least, I plan on forgetting about this whole shit-show of a day.
I drag the flat of my tongue over her slit, and her hips jerk under my hands. She groans.
I pin her hips back down to the wood and go after her properly.
My dragon makes a low, satisfied sound at the base of my throat, and I don’t bother trying to silence him.
I work two fingers into her, and she’s slick and ready for me. My dick is hard under my zipper.
“Yes,” she moans.
I curl my fingers and find that spot inside her, and her back lifts off the table again. She makes this keening noise when I suckle on her clit, my fingers disappearing inside her slick heat…in and out. Nice and easy.
“That’s it… Oh! Ohhhh,” she says, and her voice is all breathy.
I keep my fingers where they are as I keep sucking on her clit.
She gives me everything.
Her hands come up off the table, and one of them lands in my hair, gripping it. The other is down flat on the wood. Her thighs start shaking. Her stomach flutters under my forearm.
Robyn lifts her head, watching me suck her off. Then she comes apart on my tongue and fingers with a long, low cry that climbs into something almost surprised at the end. Her pussy clamps down hard on my fingers. I feel the pulse of it. A body shudder rolls through her. She gasps and tries to close her thighs against my head, but I hold them open with my forearms and keep at her there, slower now, drawing it out, lapping at her until the noises she’s making turn small and dazed.
Her hand goes slack in my hair. She’s breathing hard.
I lift my head, and I just look at her for a few seconds.
She’s a mess, but the good kind. Her hair is half out of its bun. Her mouth is a little slack. There’s a flush across the tops of her tits that I want to put my mouth on. Her eyes are still closed. Her chest is heaving.
She’s the sexiest female I think I’ve ever laid eyes on.
And my cock is so hard it hurts.
I straighten up, and her eyes open. They’ve gone glassy. She looks down the length of her own body at me and licks her lips, and the sight nearly finishes me.
She pushes up on her elbows, and I pick her up. She gives a small, surprised laugh against my throat, her arms looping around my shoulders. Her legs wrap around my waist. I can feel the wet heat of her right through my slacks.
I carry her around to the back of the sofa, put her down onto shaky legs, and bend her over so that she can use the back of the couch to leverage herself on.
Her ass is a thing of beauty.
“Hold on tight,” I tell her in a gruff voice.
She glances over her shoulder at me, hair falling out of the bun. Her palms flatten on the top of the sofa back. Her spine curves. Her ass tips up some more.
I take a step back just to look at her.
Christ.
The line of her back. The dip of her waist. The curve of her ass, full and soft, two perfect handfuls of it. Her thighs are parted just enough that I can see her from behind, pink and flushed and shining. Her pussy is still pulsing a little from the orgasm, and I can’t wait to bury myself there. Her clit is swollen, too.
