stop trying to be such a gentleman and dirty me up.”
Holy shit. My cock just slammed against my zipper, begging for mercy and to grant it early parole.
Grasping the hem of her sweater, I rip it over her head, throwing it somewhere in the room. “You like it dirty, firefly. I can give it to you real dirty.”
My mouth slams back down on hers, my hands fisting into her hair as I pull her closer to me. Grasping her ass, I haul her up as I shift my position, setting her back down on me so she’s straddling my lap. We both hiss in pleasure at the contact, my hand sliding from her hair, along her neck, past her shoulder on down to her left breast where I cup it in my hand, testing its weight and squeezing.
I’ve had so many fantasies about this over the years. So many thoughts of how I would do this with her if ever given the chance. My thoughts an endless dirty buffet of possibilities.
I pull back to look down at her, staring at her tits, before gliding up every single inch, memorizing how she looks in this moment, her tits heaving with her pants and her body straddling mine. London glances down too for a flicker of a second before her eyes jolt up to mine. She smiles and something inside of me lights up in a way it never has before.
My thumb presses into her bottom lip, rubbing back and forth. “You’re so beautiful, London. You have no idea how badly I want you.”
And as I say the words, I know I mean them for so much more than sex.
For however long I can keep her, London Canterbury is mine.
My hands skim along her shoulders in feather-light kisses, my eyes on hers, watching as her breath speeds up and her eyes turn the color of midnight. I reach the clasp of her bra, unhooking it and letting the straps fall down to her upper arms. She sucks in a ragged breath as my mouth comes in, licking and nipping at her racing pulse while I slowly remove her bra.
The garment falls to the floor and my hands come up, cupping and squeezing her soft, insanely sexy tits in my large hands. I press them together, trussing them up as my head dips down, licking at one nipple then biting the other.
Not hard at first. Just a tease. Just something to rile her.
To get her grinding against me because she just can’t fucking take the tension building inside her anymore.
She emits a breathy sigh followed by a whimper as my teeth scrape along her pebbled peak, sliding it back into my mouth and sucking on it while her head falls back, her hair tumbling down with it.
“Miles,” she murmurs, her fingers diving into my hair, scraping along my scalp in a move that is so simple and yet so erotic, my dick pulses. I need more of her. I need to taste every inch. The way she says, “Oh god, yes,” has me thinking I said that aloud.
Good.
My hands reach around her waist, twisting her body off mine and lowering her back down onto the couch. My mouth finds her neck, beginning a slow trail down, worshiping her perfect fucking breasts some more before licking the gorgeous underside of them. Her hands fly up, grabbing on to the arm of the sofa, giving me better access and Jesus Christ, I intend to take full advantage of that.
My fingers trail along her upper chest, following the path my mouth is creating as I go lower and lower, savoring every delicious inch of the goddess beneath me. I reach the button of her jeans and pop it with my teeth, lowering the zipper the same way since my hands are too busy on her body to bother with such a mundane task.
London is writhing, squirming around like she can’t control herself.
My hands grasp her hips, pressing them down, stabilizing her before sliding down the denim of her jeans, past her hips and her pretty white panties, down her toned legs and onto the ground. London’s skin is flushed, her breasts already red and marked from my hands and mouth, her neck too, and fuck...
“You are without a doubt, the sexiest fucking woman I’ve ever seen.”
My hand rubs my cock over my jeans a couple of times as I take her in, feeling like a king when I haven’t even begun to pleasure this woman the