“I like this. What’s it called?”
Her lips part with a silent gasp.
“Tatting, I think.”
“Tatting,” I repeat the word.
I swipe the delicate fabric out of the way with the pads of my thumbs, and she whimpers as I run my hands over the hard peaks of her breasts.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” My eyes bore into hers before dropping their focus to the milky skin that curves under the lace.
Campbell reaches behind her and unclasps her bra, giving me permission. When the garment falls to the floor, I sink my mouth over her right breast, sucking the sensitive pink skin into my mouth as my tongue swirls against the peak.
“Oh fuck,” she groans, and I grin against her tit.
“Okay,” I mutter.
A soft giggle leaves her lips, and she arches her back against my embrace, giving me more access to her soft, supple breasts. I paint her with my tongue, teasing eachnipple into a hard pebble as she moans loud enough that my nosy neighbor, an older woman named Bess, may come knocking to see if I’m all right. I kind of hope she does so I can say, “Yeah, Bess. I’m fucking amazing!”
My hands run down her sides, stopping at the waist of her shorts, and I trace the band around her belly until I reach the snap. Campbell’s hands cup my jawline as she brings her mouth to mine, and I unsnap her denim shorts and draw down the zipper until they’re loose enough to fall to the floor. She kicks them away, and I break our kiss to get a good look at her perfect body. She has a tiny gold loop in her belly button, and the sight of it pulls my mouth into a sinister smirk.
“It was a college decision,” she says, dropping her gaze and running her fingertip over the jewelry.
“I fucking love it,” I say, dropping to my knees and sucking the ring into my mouth as my tongue teases her belly button.
Her hands tangle in my hair, and I take the signal and lower my kisses until my mouth is covering the thin silky strip that covers her pussy. I nibble at the fabric, tugging it away from her the tiniest bit before gliding my hands up her bare thighs. She begins to work her boots from her feet, but I shake my head and look up at her, my chin pressed into her pelvic bone.
“Those fucking stay,” I demand.
She bites her bottom lip, and I get to my feet, lifting her up and spinning her around to march her toward my kitchen counter. I set her on the laminate next to the sink, tugging her to the edge so I can tease her more.
“The way I’ve dreamt about this pussy.” I let the evil laugh that’s been brewing in my chest slip out in a low rumble, and I push her knees apart.
Campbell’s back rests against the upper cabinet, and her eyes flutter shut as I run my fingertip along the soaking wet fabric between her legs.
“I like these,” I tease, continuing to stroke her swollen skin until finally giving her what she wants and slipping my finger under her panties.
“Touch me more,” she cries. My smile stretches wider, more devious, as I tug her panties to the side and lean in, drawing a slow line along her slick center with my tongue.
“Like that?” I ask.
“Uh huh,” she utters, her arms folding on top of her head as her eyes flutter shut.
I tease her again with my tongue, long and slow strokes that eventually force her hips to begin rocking. My hands hold her hips still, though, keeping her in place, and I push my tongue inside, tasting her warmth, the sweetness of her pussy.
“Fuck I need this,” I growl, getting to my feet.
I pull open the drawer next to her and fish out a condom, holding the packet in my teeth as I tear down my zipper and push my jeans low enough to let my cock fall out. I’m so fucking hard that I fear I won’t be able to make it more than a few thrusts before coming. I don’t care if that’s all I get as long as she’s satisfied—as long as I hear her break apart. Because I need to own her pussy like I need air to breathe.
I stroke myself a few times, my eyes holding on to hers, the heat between us growing into flames. I slip the condom on and position myself between her knees, entering her and slowly sinking in deep.
“Oh, God!” Her back arches, her tits thrust toward me, and I rock my hips back then toward her again.
“Fucking hell, Campbell. You feel like heaven on mycock. Fucking heaven,” I groan, my rhythm slow and steady. If I go too fast, this will end soon, and now that I know how she feels, I won’t be satisfied with anything less than several minutes of life inside her.
I drop my mouth to her breast as she arches more, giving me access. I twist her other nipple into a hard peak between my thumb and index finger, rolling the pink bud into a tender peak of pleasure. I soothe her skin with my tongue, moving from one breast to the other as my hips slowly shift forward and back.
“More,” she gasps, bringing my mouth to hers.
