Once and Again - By Lauren Dane Page 0,47
smile.
She nodded.
“Cat got your tongue, sweetness?”
“You should use yours. On me. Right now.”
He chuckled, the breath washing over her clit. She sighed as he pressed a kiss to her clit, her fingers tangling through his hair.
He continued to kiss, open mouthed, that beautiful pussy that was all his. Didn’t matter who came between. She was his now and he’d never let her get away again. He wanted to worship this sweet and salty spot forever and ever.
Her clit was hard against his tongue as he drew the flat of it over and then tickled the underside with the tip. Her gate was hot, wet as he slid a fingertip around it a few times until slipping it in deep, and then added another.
So good. Sweet holy fuck she tasted perfect. Like nothing and no one else, and he couldn’t seem to get enough. He wasn’t a man who shirked away from going down on his partners, but this was different. Whatever it was between them was different and always had been.
He craved her. Craved her taste, the sounds she made as he licked and suckled. Found himself thinking of eating this pretty pussy at least three dozen times a day.
Her thighs began to tremble as he took her higher, not breaking his rhythm. She tugged him closer. His cock stretched the front of his jeans at that. Wanting to be where his fingers were. He forced patience, wanting to make this all about her. Wanting to show her what she was to him.
His eyes may have watered from her grip in his hair when she came in a hot rush against his mouth. But he wanted more. Continued nuzzling and kissing until she hit another climax and finally pushed him back as her chest heaved.
“Now that we’ve taken the edge off, I propose we get totally naked and get flat so I can fuck you so hard your tits jiggle just the way I like.”
Minutes later, he lay on his back with a beautiful woman straddling his body. “Life is good.”
She gave him a smile, but he saw the sadness still in her eyes. He was pretty sure he hadn’t caused it or she wouldn’t be fucking him just then. He’d get her all buttered up first and he’d talk to her about whatever it was.
She rose and fell on him, her hair sliding forward over her shoulders, hiding her face here and there. Her body was tight around his. Wet from his mouth and her climax. The weight of her made him happy, felt right as her inner thighs slid over his hipbones. He wanted her so much it nearly hurt, but when they were like this, nothing else mattered. When they were like this, she was his and he had no doubts of it.
Her nails scraped down over his chest, pausing at his nipples, playing until he writhed with how good it felt. This was a surprise to him. He’d never thought much about his nipples, being so fond of the female variety and all. Leave it to Lily to know though.
She took her time. Slow and deep, teasing him, bringing him into a rhythm only the two of them knew. Seductive. Soft like her skin, and yet heady, sticky and unbelievably hot. She added a swivel and he might have blacked out for just a second it was so good.
“I know you’re down there thinking about when you can take over.” One corner of her mouth quirked up.
Yes, he liked being in control.
“You’re doing just fine for now. I especially like…mmm, yes that little swivel there.”
She undulated on him and he thanked the heavens above she took those dance classes in high school. The woman knew how to work her hips to the greatest effect.
He slid his palms up her sides to her breasts, playing with her nipples through the material of the tank. She arched to get closer and her pussy rippled around him when she did.
That’s when he couldn’t take any more and rolled, flipping them over so he could be on top and in control.
She laughed, but it wasn’t mocking.
A laugh that died on a moan when he picked up the pace and began to fuck her in hard, feral digs. Her nails dug into his biceps as she wrapped her legs around his waist to change his angle and get him even deeper.
There was no sound but the blood rushing in his ears and the soft slap of wet flesh meeting. Her skin