own. I sucked in a quick breath and pulled her into my arms. Caressing her soft hair, murmuring in her ear how much I loved her. “God, okay, enough.” She giggled as she swiped at the tears in her eyes. “I don't have anything for you,” she said softly.
“This,” I yanked her hips flush with mine, my erection pressed between us, “is more than enough.” I nipped the flesh beneath her ear.
“Well…” She pulled away. Her thumbs dusted across her hips as she slowly moved her panties back and forth. Her thumbs hooked into the delicate lace as she eased them an inch down, another inch. So fucking low before she stopped and turned, her lip sucked between her teeth. She was giving me a strip tease. Her tits were full, her nipples hard, and she was teasing me with that little scrap of panties. There was no way I could find the patience for this after waiting all day.
“Baby,” I murmured as my eyes watched her thumbs playing with the lace at her hips. I growled before I lunged at her, dropping to my knees and tearing the lace off her body. I heard it tear, heard her giggle, but could think of nothing else but her intoxicating scent filling my nostrils. I brushed my nose in her pussy and lapped at her swollen folds. I licked and teased her clit. She clenched her fingers in my hair and tugged, pulling my face to her wet core, begging for more as I tasted her. Devoured her. I was ravenous for her. I was a man on a mission and my mission was to have her come all over my face, repeatedly. Tonight.
“Oh God, Brett,” she moaned, as I felt her hips gyrating against my face. I wrapped my lips around her swollen clit and sucked and swirled my tongue, pulled it into my mouth, and sucked again. I scraped my teeth along her aching flesh before I thrust two fingers into her hot, wet pussy and pulled at her. She exploded around me, drenching my hand, her scent overpowering me. I sucked and felt her flesh throbbing around my fingers, milking me, her core hot and wet and quivering.
“So fucking beautiful when you come all over my face,” I murmured, before pushing her back on the bed and spreading her legs for me. I pushed my fingers through her swollen flesh and lapped at her, taking everything she had to give until she was clean. She writhed and moaned, her fingers kneading her breasts, her head thrust back in the most elegant way. I loosened my tie and threw it on the floor, shrugged my shirt over my shoulders, and paused to take her in. Her beautiful body laid out before me, curvy and soft and all mine.
My hands ran up her torso and I plucked at her nipples, then wrapped them around her neck, thumbs at her collarbone as she panted with pleasure.
“I want to see this face every day.”
“What face?” She breathed as her eyes finally rolled open.
“The face that says I’ve given you so much pleasure you’ve lost yourself.”
“Oh,” she murmured as she sucked her lip between her teeth.
“Don’t hurt those beautiful lips either.” I traced my tongue along the seam and they opened for me. I kissed her, devoured her, gave her the taste of herself on my tongue. She wrapped her arms around my neck, threaded her fingers in my hair, and held my body to her own. I felt so connected to her. But she wasn’t just anyone. She was mine. My girl, forever. And despite anything we might go through, she’d given me that. My mind was at peace.
The caveman in me sighed in relief. I had a ring on her finger, and she was in my bed. I knew I was the only one that could make her come undone like that. She was mine and she wasn’t running.
“I want you inside me,” she murmured as she locked her legs around my waist. I grinned against her lips as I fumbled with the button on my pants. She shoved them down my hips and my aching cock sprang free. I teased her wet folds, ran up the seam of her lips, and ground my pelvis into her clit. She gasped and then a low moan escaped her throat.
“Fuck, you drive me insane. Every moan, every look. I can’t get enough,” I said before thrusting deep into her. Her body lifted off