both breathless.
I break away and demand, “Tell me you’re in love with me.”
Her lids drift open. Her eyes look like she’s drugged. She says slowly, “I’m in deep, conflicted, weirdly, ambivalently something with you. That’s for damn sure.”
“Not good enough.” I kiss her again, harder.
This time she breaks away first, groaning. “No! I’m not in love with you! That would be the stupidest thing ever!”
Stubborn wench. I kiss her again, walking her backward toward the bed.
I push her down to the mattress, sink to my knees on the floor, and push her dress up her thighs. Bending down, I take a big mouthful of her flesh, the tender, succulent flesh a few inches to the left of her panties. I suck, then gently bite down.
She moans. Sinks shaking hands into my hair. Curses me.
I rub my thumb up and down the warm center of her panties. “Where else do you want me to suck, baby?”
“I hate you. You know where.”
“You don’t hate me. Unless you’re substituting one four-letter word for another.”
I inhale deeply against her panties. Fuck, I love that scent. Warm, earthy, and utterly female. Utterly her.
Already hard, my cock twitches. It twitches again when I pull her panties aside and expose her beautiful pink pussy, wet and ready to eat.
I blow softly over the plump little nub of her clit, and she whimpers.
“Is that a please, baby?”
Her head moves restlessly back and forth. She rocks her hips.
That’s a definite fucking please.
Very gently, I swirl my tongue over her clit. She gasps, her body bowing against the mattress.
“Do you like that?”
“I love it.”
“What else do you love?”
I swirl my tongue around and around, then gently suck. I slide my finger inside her. My reward is a long, low moan of pleasure.
Then she says through gritted teeth, “Aardvark.”
Challenge accepted.
I suck more firmly on her clit, flicking my tongue back and forth when she shudders. My dick throbs, aching to plunge into all that sweet, wet heat, but I control the urge to sink it into her and start pounding and simply lick and suck and press my finger in and out until she’s writhing against my face and pulling at my hair.
I love how she responds to me. How she never holds anything back in bed.
If only I could get her to do the same with her feelings, I’d be a very happy fucking man.
Still licking her pussy, I open the fly on my jeans and release my cock from my briefs. It pops out like it’s spring-loaded, rock hard and eager in my hand.
I rise to my knees, my dick in one hand and her clit pinched between two fingers of the other hand, and stare down at her. My heart pounds.
I growl, “Show me those beautiful tits.”
Her eyes hazy and her cheeks flushed, she fumbles with the buttons on the bodice of her dress. She gets them all open and bares her chest to me, thrusting her breasts up like a dare.
She’s not wearing a bra. Her nipples are hard, pink, and impossible to resist.
I lean over and take one into my mouth, sucking.
She gasps. Arches. Sinks her fingers into the muscles of my shoulders. I rub the head of my cock back and forth through her wet folds until she’s moaning and panting, begging me for more.
Then I rise to my feet, kick off my shoes, rip off the rest of my clothes, and peel her out of her dress. I sit on the edge of the mattress, drag her onto my lap so her thighs are spread around my hips, and kiss her, guiding my cock inside her slick heat.
She tightens her arms around my shoulders and moans into my mouth.
Then she rides me, hard and fast, bucking her hips.
I pull her hair. Her head falls back. I kiss her throat, driving into her as she bounces up and down on my cock. Her breasts are smashed against my chest. She makes these small, feminine sounds of pleasure that make me feel like some sort of wild animal.
When she sobs my name, her thighs and arms clenching around my body, I lose myself.
I roll her to her back and come inside her, biting her neck, seeing stars.
Her pussy convulses around my dick in hard, rhythmic contractions. She shudders and cries out beneath me.
I keep coming. In wave after wave, I spill myself inside her, mindless and grunting. My skin is drenched in sweat. Every muscle in my body is clenched.
Then we’re kissing again. Deep, delicious kisses