“What do you have in mind?” I ask, curious to know what she’s thinking. What she wants to do. Wondering if we’re about to christen another room in the house. God, I’ve fantasized about having her in the studio. I put off making it happen because I was worried I’d get a rock-hard boner remembering it and focus on those memories instead of writing. But I’m far enough along with the album to make this a reality without constantly being distracted by the memory of fucking her in this room.
She grinds her core against my hard length, teasing me with each movement. She reaches for the hem of my shirt, and I lean forward to help her pull it off. Immediately, her hard nipples graze my chest, sending a shiver down my spine. With my hands on her ass, I thrust my hips as she rolls against me, providing us both with the friction we’re chasing.
“I want your cock in my mouth. Want you to fuck my face,” she says confidently, continuing to move against me. “Want you begging for my pussy.”
My body stills. Frozen for a second as my brain short-circuits. Is she serious?
When did the sweet, innocent woman I started dating months ago turn into a fucking sex goddess? She went from feeling uncomfortable in bed to taking charge and turning me on with her hot-as-fuck dirty talk. It wouldn’t be a surprise if she makes me come in my pants one day merely from the words coming out of her mouth.
“Ladies first,” I reply with a wicked smile, lifting her off my lap and pushing her back against the couch before I drop to my knees. Tugging off her leggings in one pull to find what I hoped—she’s not wearing any goddamn panties. I growl, heat burning in my eyes as I meet her gaze. The glint that tells me she knowsexactlywhat she’s doing.
She squeals when I grab her waist, pulling her to the end of the couch, draping her legs over my shoulders, and descending my mouth onto her delectable pussy.
Lick. Suck. Flick. Repeat.
She writhes underneath me, alternating between pants and moans, enticing me to keep up the rhythm. Ready to amp up her pleasure, I slide two fingers inside her, and the walls of her core immediately clamp around them, making it difficult to thrust in and out. The friction of my fingers, combined with the nonstop devouring of my mouth, causes her back to bow off thecouch, pushing my tongue firmer against her clit. When I suck harder than I have all night, she shatters. Her pussy squeezes my fingers, practically pushing them out of her with the force of her orgasm.
My mouth refuses to relent. Continuing to lick, suck, and flick. Demanding she ride out the high of her release. Wanting to milk every drop from her. Desperate to satisfy her every need. As her body shakes beneath me, my firm grip eases up slightly as her muscles relax, basking in the euphoria of another toe-curling wave of pleasure. I tear my mouth away, instantly missing the feeling of her warm core against my lips. The smell that is undeniablyher—a mixture of lavender, fresh air, and heaven.
“Fuck. You taste incredible, Kate. I could make you come every minute of the day, and it would never be enough. Hearing you moan and scream my name is the best sound on this earth,” I say, staring up from between her legs as she lies completely dazed on the couch.
A small giggle bursts out of her, and she quickly clasps her hand over her mouth to stifle it. “That was incredible.” She crosses her hands over her chest, focusing on her breathing. “Now it’s my turn,” she murmurs, leaning back on her elbows and gazing at me with lust in her eyes.
Fuck me.
“Stand up,” she commands, her eyes locked on mine as I do exactly what she instructed. Her hands find my chest, pushing me backward a few feet until she has enough space between me and the couch to drop to her knees. Her hands skate up my bare legs, sliding underneath my athletic shorts and grazing my cloth-covered cock, causing me to moan. “Did you like that?”
“Uh-huh.” I’m desperate for her to keep touching me.
“What about this?” she asks, pulling down my shorts, immediately followed by my boxers, until I’m standing completely naked in front of her. She wets her lips with hertongue, dragging it slowly across them, like she knows what it’s doing to me. When she tilts her head back slightly, she meets my gaze, winks, and then licks a long stroke across the tip of my dick.
“Holy shit, Kate,” I gasp, clenching my fists at my side. Every stroke of her tongue sends me reeling, higher and higher, teasing me with her mouth without enveloping me like I want. And just when I’m about to beg her to take me, she wraps those fucking gorgeous lips around my cock, taking me deep, to the very back of her throat, and I almost fucking lose it. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
My head falls back as my hands dig in her hair, wanting to take control and thrust into her. Needing her approval to take over. Her stunning hazel eyes look up at me with her swollen lips wrapped around me, and I instinctively know I have her permission. “I’m gonna fuck your mouth now, like you want. Let me know if it becomes too much.”
She nods silently, sucking my dick like a goddamn vacuum, almost making me fall over from the sensation. I rock my hips, slow at first, growing faster and faster with each movement. Her eyes begin to water as I repeatedly hit the back of her throat, but she doesn’t stop. Keeps going. Wants to have this experience with me.
And I fucking love her for it. Not for the act itself, but for stepping out of her comfort zone. Trying new things with me. Being open to exploring her body and what brings both of us pleasure.
“Fuck. I’m close,” I groan, trying to push down the sensation building in my spine. “Need to be inside you. Now.”
She pops off my cock, her mouth coated in my arousal, looking like my personal fucking sex goddess. Wiping off her lips with her thumb, she licks the remnants of it, dragging her wet thumb down her chest.
Is she trying to turn me on even more? Because it’s sure fucking working.
“Bend over the side of the couch.” I stroke my cock and spread precum all over it.
Like a good fucking girl, she spreads her legs wide, turning her head around, so she can watch me approach her from behind. With a single thrust, I slide deep inside her to the fucking hilt. My body is dying to move, while my brain convinces me to wait a minute. Allow her to adjust to my size and give my dick a chance to calm the fuck down; otherwise, this will be a two-pump and we’re done situation.
“What are you waiting for, Jake? Fuck me,” she begs, intentionally squeezing her pelvic muscles to make her pussy tighten around my cock.
My hands dig into her hips, and I holdnothingback. Pistoning into with reckless abandon.
Every moan out of her mouth makes me go harder. Faster.
Every arch of her back causes me to hit her deeper.
She screams out my name, her legs shaking as she climaxes. And I just don’t let up. Keep pounding to draw out this orgasm for her. As soon as her body starts to relax, I adjust her hips, hitting a new angle—one I know she fucking loves because she about flies off the couch when my cock touches it for the first time. It doesn’t take long until she’s clenching around me again, and I’m right there with her. One final thrust sends us over the edge at the same time, never-ending moans that imprint themselves on the walls of this room.
