My breath is coming in short gasps, shaky knees barely holding me up. I slap my hands back against the door to resist the urge to reach for her. The slight sting in my palms pulls me a fraction of an inch away from the edge of the cliff I was teetering next to.
She stands up in one smooth movement, one hand reaching out to trail a crimson fingernail down my chest. My skin ripples under the touch.
“You were so good.”
The words hit me in that sweet spot I didn’t know I had until I met her, and bliss spreads through my chest.
“Please, I need to be inside you.” I don’t care how desperate I sound, and judging from the satisfied smile that spreads across her face, she doesn’t either.
“Okay.” She grabs the hem of her dress, lifting it up and over her head before tossing it to the floor. All she has on underneath is a white triangle of lace that conceals nothing, including the slim patch of dark hair between her legs. The rest of her is smooth and golden, from her long lean legs to the slim hips and small breasts tipped with dusky nipples. She kicks off the red boots and socks and shimmies out of the lace thong, the last barrier between us. The image of her perfect body is going to be etched in my brain for the rest of my life.
She turns around, displaying the gentle curve of her ass, and her prominent shoulder blades. Then she takes one step, but when I go to follow, she looks over her shoulder at me.
“Crawl.”
A pleasant shock courses through me and my cock throbs. I can’t have heard her right. My brain is all sex-mussed.
“You heard what I said. Crawl for me,” she says again. “If you do, if you’re a really good boy for me, I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t remember your name tomorrow.”
I sink to my knees. I’d do anything for one second of being buried to the hilt in that sweet little pussy.
“Perfect.” She walks toward her bedroom, only turning around when she reaches the doorframe to watch mecrawl for her. The wooden floor is punishing on my knees, but I ignore the pain, eager to get to her.
“Slower,” she says.
I slow down, and the pain eases. She’s looking out for me.
She backs up to stand beside the bed, watching my every movement. At the edge of the bed, I look up at her, waiting for my next instruction, afraid if I don’t listen to her, she’ll walk away.
“Now get up on the bed on all fours.”
I scramble up. The cushion of the mattress is a relief under my sore knees. A drop of precum falls from the tip of my dick onto the quilt. Sparks fly across my skin when her hand whispers down my back in long, gentle strokes. My muscles clench when she squeezes my ass.
“Lay on your back.”
I do as I’m told, and she slings her long, graceful legs up and onto the bed one at a time to kneel beside me.
“I need you to get me ready to take you. You’re so big. You’re going to stretch me so good. I need to be nice and wet. Can you do that for me?”
I nod, anxious for another taste.
Her leg swings over my head and she slowly lowers herself onto my face.
“Lick.”
Her soft lips are already dripping for me, just from sucking my cock. It’s a real high, knowing I can do that to her. That she wants me almost as badly as I want her. I want to make her even more wet. Make her come on my face. Make her proud of me.
She clearly agrees. As I lick and suck her sweet folds, she gently rides my face.
Her breath starts to come faster as my tongue strokes her. She still tastes incredible, sweet and musky. She starts to moan and pant, increasing the pace. She’s getting wetter and wetter, her juice coating my face. All I want is to make her come. Make her happy. Maybe then she’ll let me in to her heart. Because every day I spend with her, I realize how much I want this to be real.
Her breathy moans are getting louder as she rides me harder. I reach up to squeeze her ass without even thinking about the consequences. I just need something to hold onto. Her ass is tight and soft at the same time, filling my hands as it flexes under them. I almost pull away. She told me not to touch her. I don’t want her mad at me. But when I look up, her head is thrown back as her hips grind her pussy closer. She seems lost in the moment.
Everything about this feels so good, so right, and the pressure is building so fast in my legs, traveling up my back, my balls tight and threatening to spill over. All I want is to finally be inside her. The buildup has been too intense, leaving me on edge all day, and there’s a very real possibility I’ll come just from the taste of her. I take a deep breath and focus on her, trying to shove my own impending explosion down.
“Quint. Oh, my god.” Her thighs tighten around my head as she screams and shudders over top of me, her hips bucking as she comes on my face just like she promised she would.
She rides out the orgasm with slow movements until finally coming to a stop. “Holy shit.”
