Page 94 of Rock Me

I slide my way down her body, pushing her legs apart and plunge my tongue inside her.

"FUCK!" she yells, her legs kicking out.

"Shhhh... the neighbors will hear," I tease her before sliding my tongue back inside her. She whimpers, and it drives me on. I gently part her, exposing her clit, and blow gently on it for a moment before wrapping my lips around it.

She gasps and I know she's close. My sweet, sexy minx is always on the edge, it seems. And I can't wait to see how many times I can push her over the cliff and her hear scream my name.

I move my mouth away to make room for my thumb to circle her clit and my tongue slide back inside her.

"Ohhh... don't stop," she begs.

"I won't," I promise her. "Come for me."

"Ohhh yes," she mumbles, her hip circling along with the motion of my hand.

My tongue laps at her, drinking in every drop of her as my fingers press harder, faster against her button.

"Oh god!" she screams and I feel her constrict around my tongue, her whole body arching as she trembles, her hands coming up to cup her own breasts.

It's so erotic that I need to be a part of it.

I slide up her still shaking body, and pull her on top of me.

"Fuck me," I tell her. And she nods, her eyes still glazed over.

I hold myself ready for her and she slides on top of me, sinking down, all the way down in one earth-shattering movement,

"Oh, Jez," she moans, her hands digging into my stomach, drawing half-moons into my skin with her nails.

"I showed you how much I wanted you, now you show me," I growl, my hands against her hips.

She doesn’t say a word, just rocks her hips, and I feel myself grazing against every inch of her.

I'm pulsing so hard inside her, I know she can feel it.

"Fuck me, baby," I urge her, and she moves faster, each time sliding down harder, taking me deeper, embedding me into her body further. Making me hers, completely.

"Oh, baby. Now. Now," I grunt, and I thrust up into her, feeling myself harder than I've ever been, before I release.

Everything.

For her.

She's coming down when I finally catch my breath, and she lays down on top of me, her chest against mine.

Her hot breath over my skin.

"I told you to be careful," I say, and she lifts her chin, digging it into my sternum, looking up at me.

"I was as careful as I needed to be," she says with a wink.

"To do what?"

"To do exactly what we just did."

"Dirty girl.”

"That's better than ‘Toilet Girl,’” she giggles and tickles my bare stomach.