when she mentioned her appointment, one that I’m more grateful for than ever, we talked well until both of us were practically snoring. She told me all about her family. I let her know about Melody and Sienna, and even that useless piece of shit, Joseph.
“God, yes,” she purrs. My hands hike her skirt up all the way. My thumbs sweeping over the V between her legs.
“Spread those beautiful thighs for me, sugar. You’ll have to thank Aspen for me because this is the sweetest gift you’ve given me. Well, so far. Something tells me your flavor will be ten times sweeter.” My eyes meet hers, and when I see her lift up from where she was on her elbows and move one hand to that string that’s wrapped around her neck, I lick my lips, ready to see what she’s about to show me.
“The way you make me feel, Ryder. It’s indescribable.” Fuck, I knew she’d come alive for me.
“Show me,” I grunt, watching as she pulls the tie, as her full breasts come into view, rose-tipped nipples. They’re more than a handful, and my hands can’t wait to cup them.
“What do you want me to do? This?” she questions. The hand that just untied her top is now leaving a scorching path from her nape to her breasts, where she stops to hold one in the palm of her hand, her thumb and pointer finger rolling her nipple into a tighter point. Berkley only stays there for a minute. “Keep going.” I nod my head. Both of my hands are gripping her thighs, holding them wide open for me. I loosen my hold, not wanting to bruise her skin but almost loving the fact that she’d be wearing my marks.
The moment her long, elegant fingers trace the lips of her pussy, my mouth attaches to her nipple, wanting to see just how wet she’ll get with my lips wrapped around her tight buds, tasting her skin while she’s using her own fingers.
“After so many nights of using my own fingers or a toy, and I’m still not sated,” she mumbles. It causes me to move to her other nipple, giving it the attention it’s begging for. At the thought of her using a toy or her fingers thinking about me, though, my eyes dip down, and I get that visual front row and center.
I leave her nipple, leaving her body squirming. “I’m going to want to watch that, and soon.”
“I’m giving you a show right now, but I’m really tired of my own hands,” she pouts.
“Try fisting yourself for a month straight, twice, sometimes three times a day, never knowing I’d have all this stunning beauty before me and you’d forever be mine,” I admit.
“We’re a pair, but I swear to God if I don’t feel you inside me tonight, my fingers may turn into a prune.” I love how open she is with her sexuality.
“Oh, that’s fucking coming, but right now, I’m going to taste you.” I kiss her again, reluctantly letting her go.
I grab a chair, sit in it, and throw her legs over my shoulders. It’s my turn to lick every single drop she has to give.
Eleven
Berkley
There’s no way I’m able to stay up on my elbows and watch as Ryder slides his tongue along the folds of my pussy, not going where I want him the most. That is until I feel two fingers slide inside me. It’s a tight fit, but dear God, it feels fucking amazing.
“Shit,” I moan out loud, my hands finding purchase on the edges of the table. His fingers find that spot inside me, his lips sucking on my clit, until he nips it. His fingers delve deeper and deeper with each movement, thrusting.
“God damn, I could become addicted to your taste, sugar,” Ryder growls against my quivering center. It does nothing to calm me down. Instead, it builds me up, tipping me closer to the edge.
“Ryder, I’m going to come.” My head is moving back and forth, and goose bumps pebble on my skin even though my body has a sheen of sweat covering it.
“Fuck yeah, you are.” Ryder redoubles his effort. He’s using his tongue and lips on my clit, his fingers never stopping at all. My hand finds his hair. I pull on it as my hips grind upwards to his lips.
“Ry.” I come on a long sigh. I figured he’d pull his fingers out of me, unbutton his jeans, and slide deep inside of me.