Friends with Benefits - Nicole Blanchard Page 0,49

sure she was always thoroughly taken care of that, in the few minutes we managed to steal together now and then, I hadn’t let her reciprocate very much. If the devious look on her face was anything to go by, she was going to pay me back in full.

Her heated breath bathed my thighs. “Don’t move,” she ordered huskily, her hand stroking again.

I could only hold my head up long enough for the vision of her kneeling beside my legs to burn itself into my brain. Her short red hair tumbled around her shoulders. Her chest flushed pink, and her nipples were like pretty little raspberries. I wanted to paint my cum all over those tits, and the thought made me weak all over, and I dropped back against the pillows.

Comprehension was slow, my brain muggy with sleep and the musk of sex. When I realized what she was doing, I fisted the sheets at my side. Certainly, there was no way in hell she was going to—fuck. And then her mouth slicked over the head of my cock. She crouched beside me, her thick ass swaying in the air as she bobbed over me. I reached out a hand and clamped on the flare of her hip to steady myself.

I sputtered, not necessarily in objection, but because I didn’t want her to feel obligated to do anything she didn’t want to do. Naturally, she ignored me and merely splayed a hand over my abs and applied gentle pressure, pushing me back onto the bed as she licked the taste of her orgasm off my cock.

Was there a more beautiful sight? I didn’t fucking think so.

None that I could call to mind, anyway.

While she bobbed up and down over me, I shifted enough to play with her pussy, which was still wet and so pretty pink it was irresistible. Without a second thought, I pulled her hips and helped her straddle my chest so I could get a taste of her while her mouth was wrapped around me.

She kept herself shaved except for a thatch of hair in a neat little triangle at the top that had the same red color as her hair. I didn’t care what she looked like, but I couldn’t deny hers was the prettiest pussy I’d ever seen, simply because it was hers. She moaned around my dick as I teased her clit. She was so tender that I did little more than lap at the engorged flesh.

To be honest, I could barely concentrate on doing much more than lick at her. She didn’t mind. She swayed her hips back and forth over me. Then she took my cock deep in her throat, and it flipped a switch inside me. I wrapped my arms around her waist and fused my mouth to her wet cunt. My tongue found her opening and speared in, causing her to choke on my cock. I probably liked that more than I should have.

The combination of her taking me deep into her throat and the taste of her on my tongue was something that would haunt me...probably forever. She tasted so fucking good, I couldn’t get enough. When she readjusted to take the heavy globes between my legs into her hand to squeeze gently and fondle, while simultaneously taking me as deeply as she could, I pulled away, saying, “Fuck, angel, I’m gonna come.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” she said.

I should have known she’d give as good as she got. She took me deeply again, and I barely had enough time to warn her with a tap on her ass before I was coming down the back of her throat. I moaned against her pussy, inhaling her scent as the orgasm washed over my nerve endings.

She moved to get up once I stopped, but I kept my arms wrapped around her hips and gave her a second orgasm with my mouth, thinking she was the best breakfast I’d ever had.

When we were done, and I’d gotten a cloth to clean us both up, she curled next to my side, and I was so relaxed I drifted in and out of sleep. I liked having her next to me, soft and warm from sleep and sex.

A guy could get used to it.

A door slammed in the hallway, and we both jumped a little. “Guess that’s our alarm,” she said sleepily.

“We should probably get up,” I answered, but neither of us moved.

“In a minute.” She yawned, then stretched. “I haven’t felt this good