Licking a path with the flat of my tongue from the top of her shirt to her jaw makes her shiver and her chest thump faster against mine. Kissing and licking across her throat givesme more whimpers and whines as her hands squeeze me tighter, holding me a little closer.
When her hips buck into mine I know she’s just as thoroughly worked up as I am.
So I step back out of her hold.
For the second time today I’ve seen her stone expression shatter. Her features breaking into open shock that I’d dare step away.
She reaches for me but I wag a finger stopping her in her tracks. “Undress.”
She falters. Only for a moment, I see the hesitation before she nods.
Wanting to praise her for listening to the order, I say, “Thank you, little dove.”
Her eyebrow raises at me as she removes her shirt making me deliberate a fitting punishment. Then her tits bounce. I instantly forget about the eyebrow quirk. My mouth waters wanting to taste her and suck on her skin. They are perfectly full and round, her nipples pointed and dark. God, they are more than a handful too.
Yet I restrain from touching her, at least until she’s naked.
Her shirt is dropped to the floor and her trousers are next, leaving me a clear view of the wetness that coats her inner thighs. A deep grumble rolls out of me, she’s just as wet as I am and I can’t wait to make a mess of her.
The second Cyrus drops the trousers, I’m on her, sliding my hands deep into her hair and tugging. Her naked chest pressed against my coat, the hard peeks of her nipples burning my skin through the thick leather.
Lifting my head I trace my lips along hers, using the grip in her hair to stop her from pushing in too close, I want to tease her, have her flustered and begging. With the pathetic whines falling from her parted lips, I’d say I’m succeeding.
Her palms rest against my hips as I speak against her lips, “Such a good girl, I bet you’d do anything I tell you, wouldn’t you?”
She nods, resulting in me tugging back her hair and leaving the column of her throat exposed to my nipping teeth. “Words.”
“I would-d do any-y-thing you asked.”
My mouth grows into a smirk over her pulse point. She shivers at the contact before I pull away, leaving my hand tucked nicely in her hair. “Get on your knees.”
Without giving her a chance to move, I swipe at her ankles with my foot, bringing her to her knees in one fell swoop. I can’t help the way my grin grows wider as Cyrus registers the change in altitude with blown out eyes.
“Such a good dove, on your knees for me.” With the hand that’s not securely locked in her hair I flick open the coat, exposing the bare flesh underneath. Her hands finding my thighs as I do. “Now put that pretty mouth to use.”
Instantly she follows the order, she moves forward, her hot breath blowing across my wet pussy. Immediately I groan. She hasn’t even touched me yet and I’m close. It won’t take her long to have me falling over the edge.
I’m desperate for her touch, my knees threatening to buckle as her lips close in on the skin of my hip. The first kiss sears across my skin, igniting my blood. Then comes the second kiss only a hairs width away from the first. Gooseflesh rises beneath her lips and I’m grateful I’m holding onto her head to stop myself from falling. Her lips continue to trail across my skin, from one hip to the other. Only once she’s completed her sequence of kisses does she grab the back of my thigh and lift it over her shoulder.
Hot air hits my clit, making me buck into her. I want to whine and thrash about, pull her into me and get her to make me come. To act like a brat until she gives me what I need.
Instead I stand as still as a statue. Opting to steal her facade for a moment.
I’ll wait for her to come to me, once I’ve had my fill she’ll get hers in a way she’s never experienced before.
Locking eyes with Cyrus, I see the slight trepidation floating there before she blinks it away. With a deep inhale, she leans forward, kissing me right above my clit.
My legs instantly shake, fighting to keep me standing.
When her tongue darts out, my eyes roll to the back of my skull. A rumble from the base of my stomach rolling out of me. Almost covering the sigh of pleasure she makes.
It’s as if all she needed was that first taste to give her confidence, as she begins licking and sucking in earnest. Taking my very soul with every poke and prod her tongue delivers to my pussy.
“Fuck, dove.” Grasping her hair, I pull her closer until she’s completely buried in my sex. Her vibrant blue eyes casting a path up my body, her hands tugging at the skin of my thighs.
I’m on the cusp of my orgasm already.
I blame the month-long dry spell.
