Page 56 of One Step After Another

Close, they were chaotic.

Kisses that hurt and hands that ached. He couldn’t get enough of her. No matter how many times he felt her skin under his hands, finding she liked a tight squeeze rather than a soft touch, he only wanted more.

Everything changed.

Fast.

Penny let his cock go just when his stomach had started to clench from the pressure she applied to his length with every tug. He barely had time to process the loss before she had twisted him around and his back hit the bed. For a seemingly little thing, she had strength.

Or she knew how to move.

Luca palmed her hips when she climbed on top of him. The flash of her sex had his mouth watering before she yanked his jeans and boxer-briefs low enough for his cock to spring free. Then she was grinding against him, the wet slit of her pussy a hot heaven to his senses. He held her too tight, he knew it. He couldn’t breathe with her rocking on him like she was. The almost feral sounds that clawed their way out of his chest wasn’t something he recognized.

“How long’s it been?” she asked, leaning down so her mouth hovered over his. “How long has it been since somebody made you come, Luca? Could I do it like this—just rubbing on you, do you want me to?”

Internally, the answers came too easily, but he couldn’t form the words. Penny’s tongue swept her bottom lip while one of her fingers traced a line down his clenching jaw. Every swivel of her hips while the satisfaction in her stare sharpened had his ecstasy skyrocketing. He urged her own by pulling her body harder against his, feeling how her wetness coated his dick more and more.

“Could I?” she asked again, breathless and shaking.

“After I taste you.”

That had her stilling.

Lifting a bit, too.

Luca held her tight, refusing to let go of her gaze or her body when he murmured, “Let me taste you, Penny.”

“I don’t ... I nev—”

He flexed his hands, pushing her higher until she straddled his chest. “Let me.”

She did, letting him adjust her until she was resting overtop his face, and he had the best view of her wet cunt. Just inches from his mouth, he could already smell the tartness of her sex and arousal; he could see it, too, glistening on pink flesh and a slit that clenched when a groan of approval pressed past his lips.

He tasted her while he watched her up above; that first lick flooding his taste buds and making his mouth water. She shuddered. From her shoulders to the tips of her toes against the mattress. His second lick started at the soft fleshiness of her pussy right up to the tight bud of her clit.

There, he sucked.

Hard, long.

“Jesus.”

Her exclamation came with fingernails that dug into his scalp, pulling at the strands of his hair like she might rip them right out of his head. He didn’t mind. Something was new for her in this—he could tell. At least, in a willing way.

That only made him hotter.

Out of control, really.

Like the rest of her, once he had indulged in a single taste, it just wasn’t enough. His fingers dug into the firm roundness of her ass while he feasted. On her cunt, the flavor of her, and every little sound she made. It was all a drug. He wanted so much more. Another hit of her.

He found that hit when he found the rhythm she responded to best, rapid snaps of his tongue under the hood of her clit that had her hips rocking into his mouth for more. She seemed surprised at how fast the orgasm came on, her eyes flying wide and nailing into his down below as her body tensed and the low, keening whine passed her parted lips.

She whispered his name.

“Luca.”

It was the best thing he ever heard.

Almost.