halfway through undoing the buttons on my Oxford shirt.
Fuck me if I couldn’t come on the spot just from looking at her. Nothing, I mean nothing is hotter than Kay naked.
Precum leaks onto my boxer briefs with each soft padded step she takes in my direction.
My body locks up for an entirely different reason as she drops to her knees and reaches for my belt. I don’t move a muscle as she deftly works the leather through the silver buckle and carefully drags the zipper down over my straining erection, her small hands lifting my cock and my balls over the elastic band of my underwear. My dick is nothing to sneeze at—I’m six foot five and proportionate all over—but in her tiny hands, it looks like a fucking beast.
I reach out to brush a rogue curl from her beautiful face, and without warning, she deep-throats the shit out of my cock, her lips kissing the skin at the base as she swallows around my length.
“Fuck Kay,” I hiss, doing my best not to explode on the spot.
When she moans, the only sound she’s able to make with a mouth full of my dick, the possibility of embarrassing myself increases tenfold with the way it makes her vibrate around me.
My fingers dig into her hair, fucking up the braided whatever she has going on, holding on for dear life at the eroticism of my naked girlfriend bobbing on my dick like it’s her job while I remain mostly clothed. My head thunks against the door at how the tables have turned. Here I was worried I would devour her when in reality it’s my little pixie who gets to claim the honor.
The tell-tale tingle forms at the base of my spine, and I tug on her hair harshly until she releases me with an audible pop. I plan on coming multiple times tonight, but I’ll be damned if the first time I do it’s down her throat.
“I need to fuck you.” My voice sounds like I swallowed gravel.
She arches one of her sculpted brows. “Isn’t that what you were just doing?” She’s the one down on her knees, but fuck me if she doesn’t own me.
“Go to the dresser,” I instruct.
One of the first things I noticed when we checked into our room was the giant rectangular mirror hanging on the wall above the long dresser. Since the time I took Kay in the bathroom in our hotel in Kentucky, I have been trying to find any way I can to fuck her bent over in front of something reflective. It allows me to get the visual stimulation of fucking her from behind while simultaneously watching her face contort in the pleasure I make her feel. Best of both worlds.
I slide my shoes off, kicking my pants and boxer briefs away as I stalk to the lamp in the opposite corner of the room. I’m going to need more light if I’m going to fully appreciate this. I finally finish removing my shirt, but when I reach for my tie, an idea hits me and I leave the knot intact as I slip it over my head.
With my left arm, because I know what the sight of my tribal ink does to her, I reach for Kay, capturing both her wrists easily, and place the loop of the tie around them, pulling the skinny end until it’s tight. It’s barely a restraint—all she has to do is separate her wrists and she’ll be free—but it doesn’t stop her pupils from being fully blown out with lust. Personally, my favorite is how the bound position has the added bonus of thrusting her tits out.
My turn to get on my knees.
The plush carpet is relief on my joints, but it could be rock-hard concrete for all I care.
I cup a breast in each of my hands, kneading the flesh and sucking a nipple into my mouth before giving the other equal treatment. I bite and suck all over the creamy globes, a trail of light pink beard burn evidence of the path I take down Kay’s tempting body.
I follow the spatter of beauty marks over her toned stomach like a treasure map to her dripping pussy, the musky scent of her arousal filling my senses.
Fuck I love how turned on she gets from giving me pleasure, the bud of her clit trying to peek through the plump lips of her pussy. My hands follow the line of her curves, into the dip