them. The sight of her panties, little white ones that seemed really fucking simple and innocent, called to the basic male urges in me. Like I needed anymore help with that.
I ran a hand over my mouth as I stared between her thighs. I was afraid to touch her, afraid I’d ruin this. I was afraid this was a dream and I’d wake up. And God… I didn’t want to wake up.
Pyper was breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling with the force of an impending storm. But despite my fear, I moved down and closed my eyes, the tip of my nose so close to her that I was becoming intoxicated from her aroma. I inhaled again and again, the sugary yet musky scent of her arousal making my mouth water, my pulse race.
I ran my tongue first along her left inner thigh and then moved to her right, tasting her intoxicating flesh, needing more. I wanted to go slow, to take my time, but I knew that was a lie even as it moved through my head.
“Gio,” she breathed my name in the sweetest fucking way.
I wanted to hear her say my name as I fucked her, as I was buried deep inside her.
“Pyper,” I groaned against her flesh, my eyes closed, her scent and flavor all around me.
She had her hands in my hair a second later, pulling at the strands forcefully.
Yeah. That’s so fucking it. I squeezed my hands on her thighs, unable to help myself. “You have no idea what you do to me.” I meant to say to myself, but I couldn’t keep the words in. I wanted her to know so much. So much.
I latched my mouth right over her pussy, not even caring that her panties were obstructing her bare flesh from me. Hell, I liked that fact, found it a little forbidden, a turn on.
I sucked on her pussy through the fabric until the material grew pliant and even more soaked. I curled my fingers into the flesh of her thighs even more, knowing there would be marks come morning. Fuck, why did that make me feel so possessive, even more primal?
I kept sucking on her, wanting to taste her flesh on my tongue. I didn’t want to stop, but finally I forced myself to pull away and look down at her pussy, knowing this wouldn’t be enough. It would never be enough. But tonight, I wouldn’t have her in all the ways I wanted her. That was for another time. That was for another place.
I stared at her pussy again, her legs spread enough I’d been able to have my face between them. The white cotton was pretty transparent, and the bare flesh of her cunt lips had my cock jerking, the tip so slick with pre-cum it was starting to make the front of my shorts damp. The fabric of her panties was so soaked it was molded to her body, showing me her cleft in the center in full detail, her slightly swollen pussy lips on either side.
Fuck. I need all of that.
I didn’t stop myself from reaching down and gripping my shaft through my shorts, tugging on the bastard a few times in hopes it would give me some relief. It didn’t. It had the opposite effect.
“Touch me again, Gio,” she whispered, and that plea went through my entire body. “Touch me more.”
Hearing her say my name, knowing she was begging me because she felt so good, because she wanted to feel even better, was unlike any aphrodisiac I could have ever fantasized about.
And as I stared into her eyes, the shadows creeping around us, I slipped a finger under the edge of her underwear, running the digit up and down the soaked material. Good fucking Lord. Pyper was soaked for me. The material was drenched.
And not having any more restraint left, I finally pulled the edge of those panties aside. My breath left me on this violent whoosh as I stared at what was exposed.
Her bared fucking pussy, the lips soft and smooth, pink even in the shadows.
My throat tightened at the sight.
God. So much more than I ever fucking imagined.
I pulled more of the fabric aside. The only hair that covered her pussy was a trimmed thatch of dark hair on the top of her mound. She was… beautiful.
“Gio,” she moaned softly, just a breathy word that spilled from her lips.
A guttural groan left me, and I couldn’t hold back anything anymore. Any self-control I