praise, but he was cut off by Chantal kissing him again.
Her fingers worked on the buttons of his dress shirt after tugging his tie loose. It made their kisses sloppy in that maddening way stripping down had a way of doing. But he didn’t care. He needed to feel her skin against his. He was downright desperate for it. Chantal ran her hands along the smooth expanse of his chest, down his stomach to toy with his belt buckle. The damn thing didn’t want to cooperate, so Rush had to stop exploring her body to yank it off.
He threw it over his shoulder, not even caring where it landed. With that out of the way, Chantal was quickly able to divest him of his pants. Rush could have wept for joy when she tugged his briefs along with the pants.
His cock sprang free, erect, and ready to go. Chantal wrapped her hand around the girth and pumped him as she watched him through hooded eyes. His hips bucked off the couch, chasing the sensation.
“How am I naked when I was wearing way more clothes than you?”
Chantal giggled, her cheeks turning red, but the vixen didn’t stop toying with his length. “I’m not sure, but I really don’t mind.”
“Come here, you.” He lunged for her and tore her shirt over her head. “Christ.” He had known she wasn’t wearing a bra, but seeing her breasts, perky and tipped with hard nipples ripe for the tasting, was making him insane with lust. He dipped his head, capturing one nub into his mouth. He twirled his tongue around it, teasing it before sucking on it, hard and fast. He quickly moved to the other, lavishing all of his desire onto Chantal. He wanted everything; he wanted all of her right there and right then.
She arched her back into his embrace, offering more of herself to him. Straddling his lap, she ground her hips against him, his bare cock rubbing against the material of her panties.
“Off,” he growled. “Take these off. I need you.”
And fuck, did he need her. Rush needed to feel her pussy clenching his cock. He was desperate to see her fall apart on him.
He could barely wait for Chantal to wiggle out of her underwear. Holding onto her, he stood from the sofa to drop her into the seat he had just left. Rush knelt onto the floor, positioning his body between Chantal’s legs. He inhaled deeply, savoring the scent of her desire. He palmed her thighs, bringing her ass to the edge of the seat. With his thumbs, he spread her pussy and licked his lips, desperate for a taste.
“Rush,” Chantal mewled. “Please.”
Upon hearing her plea, he dove in tongue first, making sure his first lick of her slit reached her clit. Chantal moaned, her hips arching up to his mouth as she offered all of herself to him. He tightened his grasp on her thighs, lapping at her juices, aching to see his beautiful mate come all over his tongue.
Her hand tangled into his hair, pulling him closer to her as she searched for her release. His name fell from her lips again and again as he focused the tip of his tongue on her clit. He circled the nub before taking it into his mouth, sucking and licking her until Chantal was trembling under him.
“Rush,” she gasped, her legs tightening around him.
He chuckled in victory, continuing his exploration of every inch of her until she was crying out for him. The waves of her orgasm left her breasts heaving and flushed. She looked like a well-loved woman, drunk on his skills.
She reached out for him, going to her knees on the floor in front of his body. Her hand found his cock again, her movements slow and urgent all at once. Rush took her into his arms and laid her on the carpet as he left kisses along her shoulders, her neck, her breasts. He could have kissed every single inch of Chantal, and it still wouldn’t have been enough.
“I want you, love. So much. We can stop, though. If you want.”
“No, no. Please, Rush. I want you too.” She arched her hips up and deepened their next kiss, her tongue tangling with his.
Rush positioned himself above her, framed by her legs. His cock rubbed against the smooth skin of her stomach, and he shivered, needing so much more contact.
“I didn’t bring any protection,” he whispered, “but I’m clean if you’re on something.”
She nodded. “Clean, and I’ve