I glanced up at her with a slow, satisfied smile before turning my attention back between her thighs.
The second my fingers touched her, slick heat coated them.
“Damn,” I muttered, looking up at her. “You this wet before the dick even showed up?”
“Mm-hmm,” she admitted without an ounce of shame, biting down on her bottom lip.
A slow grin pulled at my mouth. “You talked a good game, but this pussy folded before I even got started.”
I lowered my mouth to her ear.
“By the time I’m done, it won’t remember how to respond to nobody but me.”
I delivered that promise against her ear as my fingers worked her clit, drawing out every reaction her body tried to hide.
Her whole body jerked, a sharp gasp escaping her lips.
“Mmm… shit!” she cooed, as her head fell back against the mirror with mouth falling open.
I picked up my pace, watching her body respond to every movement. The more she pushed against me, the harder it became to think about anything except how badly I wanted to taste her.
My eyes dropped between her thighs, and I slowly shook my head.
“This pussy look too fuckin’ good… so good that I wanna put my mouth on it.”
A low laugh slipped from me, mostly because I couldn’t believe the thought had crossed my mind so damn easily.
“I don’t even eat pussy like that—not just anybody’s, anyway.” I looked up at her, caught somewhere between confusion and hunger. “But something about you got me wanting to bury myface between yo’ thighs and find out exactly what all this tastes like.”
Her thighs opened wider like the confession alone had made her needier.
I kept my mouth where it was, close enough for her to feel my breath but not close enough to give her what she clearly wanted.
“Mmm… faster,” she demanded, her voice thick with need.
I increased the pressure, circling her clit faster with my thumb while my fingers held her steady.
Her reaction came instantly.
“Mmm… shit.”
Her lips parted, and her head fell back against the mirror as her hips jerked forward, chasing the rhythm of my hand.
“Like that?” I asked, watching pleasure take over her face.
“Yessssss. Exactly like that. Don’t you dare slow down.”
I caught her thigh with my free hand, holding it open as she continued rocking against my thumb, matching every movement like her body had already figured out exactly what it needed.
“You neither,” I warned. “Damn, you stroking my shit so good. Keep moving that hand like that and I’m gon’ stop playing with this pussy and give it the dick it’s been begging for.”
A groan slipped from me as her touch began to match the same frantic rhythm she demanded from me.
Not even a minute later my dick was painfully hard.
Without warning, I pulled away from her, my movements slightly clumsy as I yanked my dick from her grip. I shoved my pants and boxers down past my hips, letting them fall around my ankles.
My dick sprang free, thick, hard, and throbbing beneath her stare.
