“They might,” she whispers, making me scamper off the bed. Quickly grabbing her shorts, I yank them off, revealing a white thong with a wide waistband.
“Fucking hell,” I grunt. “That’s hot as fuck.”
“It is hot,” Layla says softly. “I’m absolutely burning up.”
Falling to my knees, I pull her to the edge of the bed. I’m about to tell her to sit up, so she can watch me eat her, but she beats me toit. Resting on one hand, her other reaches into my hair, nails scratching delicately at my scalp. “Hey, Max?”
“Yeah,” I reply gruffly.
Layla smiles sweetly. “Don’t be gentle.”
Christ almighty.
Groaning, I throw both her legs onto my shoulders, then lick up the seam of her pussy. The fabric of her thong provides a great texture as I lap at her, and soon Layla is gyrating against my face. Once the material is good and wet, I lean back to blow against it, and Layla’s entire body jolts.
“Oh!” she cries out, clutching my hair tightly. “Oh God, don’t stop!”
“Not intending to,” I mutter, grabbing ahold of the tiny flap of fabric covering her pussy, then blowing again. My eyes are locked with hers, but it’s clear she’s not fully seeing me. Unfocused and glassy, Layla is on a different planet as I let my tongue draw figure eights around, but never directly on, her little bundle of nerves. She tries to shift and force me to touch it, but I don’t. I continue this pattern for a few minutes, and finally, when Layla’s body is covered in a sheen of perspiration and shaking from need, I attack.
Slipping two fingers inside, I simultaneously suck her clit harshly, dragging the tip between my teeth and lashing it with my tongue. Layla falls onto the bed as she screams, covering her mouth with both hands, as her body arches toward me. Her pussy clamps down so hard on my fingers I can barely move them, and her orgasm seems to go on and on.
“I both love and loathe edging,” she finally says, her breath coming out in pants.
I chuckle against her, making her squirm. “I can understand that.”
“Does that mean you won’t do it again?”
“Oh, no. I’m definitely gonna edge you every chance I get. In fact, I bet every game you’ll be thinking about the orgasm you just had. You won’t be able to focus on work because you’ll be wishing my face was between your legs.”
She sighs wistfully. “I hate how right you are. I’ve already thought about this exact moment, but usually you’re on your back, and I’m smothering you with my pussy. That way you can’t speak.”
I let out a loud bark of laughter, throwing my head back in glee. I really do love how this woman dishes it out as well as she takes it. “You are such a breath of fresh air, Peaches.”
Rising to my feet, I watch as she smiles at me with her eyes closed. It allows me a moment to look at her unabashedly. Still breathing quickly with her arms thrown out to each side, she looks like an absolute bombshell. Cheeks pink, perspiration still covering her skin, and her pussy still quivering, it’s an image I hope stays burned in my brain for eternity. “You look so fucking beautiful like this.”
“Yeah?” she asks quietly, popping one eye open to watch me. When I nod, she lifts a hand to beckon me forward. “I’ll look better with you buried inside of me.”
Groaning, I reach down to pull the condom out of my pants pocket. I’d grabbed one when I went into my room, fairly confident tonight would be ending like this. Palming my cock, I rip open the package, then slide the condom over my length. Having come down her throat already means I’ll last a good while tonight. I wonder how many times I can get her off before I let myself come.
I sit on the edge of the bed, then pat my lap. “Come here.”
“What, are you afraid of good old-fashioned missionary position?” she retorts, huffing as she sits up. “I was comfortable, you know.”
“I can’t fuck you missionary and have my hands all over your body at the same time.”
Layla pauses just as she’s throwing a leg over my lap, leaving her leg comically in the air. “Have I mentioned I hate when you’re right?”
“Once or twice,” I reply, muffling a laugh. The laugh dies on my lips when she positions herself over my cock, slowly sliding down until fully seated. God, she’s fucking perfect. Every hot inch of her pussy clenches me tightly. I reach behind her to unclasp her bra,freeing her tits. They bounce in front of my face, and I capture one nipple between my teeth. Thinking back to that night in Chicago, I can’t remember if I played with her tits much. I want to fuck them. Mark them with my cum.
I have never been this territorial about a woman, but there’s something about Layla that makes me want to tell every man in the world that she’s mine.
Grabbing her by the waist, I pick her up, almost to the point where I completely slide out of her, then slam her back down. She moans beautifully, her head falling back as she grips my shoulders. I go back and forth between her breasts as I fuck her slowly, circling each nipple with my tongue until it puckers to a stiff peak.
“Turn around,” I whisper gruffly, forcing her to stand up. She looks at me in confusion until I move her to straddle me backward, reverse cowgirl style, then lower her onto my cock again. We’re at the perfect angle to watch in the mirror across from the bed, and I feel Layla clench around me as she sees us for the first time. “Put your knees on the bed.”
She shifts as she complies, moaning when my cock rubs against her clit. “I’m gonna come so fast like this.”
I smile against her neck, sucking gently on her pulse point. “More than once, sweet girl. Question is, how many times?”
