head and drawing a hiss from my mouth. Her nails graze my balls, and she adjusts her hold, twisting her arm position before she pumps. My hips rock with her. Soon, her palm applies and releases pressure in tempo with the lavishing of my mouth and tongue on her tits.
Fuck. Releasing Jess’s breast with a wet pop, I grab her wrist, remove her from my dick, and pin her hand to the wall near her hip. She whimpers, and I grin, lowering to my knees less than gracefully—fucking injury. Touching my forehead against her belly, I tease my nose over her clothed pussy. My free hand inches her joggers over her left hip, and she slams her ass against the wall. Ticklish hips, I’ll remember that for later. Replacing my hand with my mouth on her hip, I lick her skin until her fingers weave into my hair and her stance widens. Satisfied with her consent, I release her wrist and work her pants and underwear past her knees.
My palms drag up her thighs, one rounding to grip her firm ass, the other riding high until my thumb drags across her already damp pubic hair and wiggles between her pussy lips. I draw my thumb down one side and up the other, circling her clit and spreading the moisture before doing it again. She yanks on my hair, her breaths coming harder.
“That’s right, Little Aggie, tell me what you like.” I dip inside to the knuckle.
Jess hums. Her hips surging forward and chasing my thumb for depth, but she doesn’t speak. She doesn’t ask for more. She doesn’t have to. I have every intention of giving it to her on my own. Leaning forward, I sink my teeth into the muscle of her thigh and reposition, refocusing my thumb on her clit while slipping two fingers into her heat—my straining dick a jealous son of a bitch at her body’s welcome. She hisses, and I pump.
I don’t stop. My fingers insistent, twisting and curving until she’s drenched. When her palm slaps the wall, I move in. My tongue replaces my thumb, and my greedy lips suck her clit. Her breaths stutter. A beautiful moan wrenches from her chest. Hell, yes! Swirling my tongue, I stroke faster. I bury my face in her pussy and screw her with my fingers, loving every fucking minute. Her passion coats my tongue and lips and runs onto my palm.
“Oh, oh.” She slaps the wall again, her body going rigid, then exploding. “There, there, there. Shit, Carter. Fuck, shit, fuck.” Her words spill from her lips as gasps and screams, broken and fulfilled.
Her thighs shake, and I press my palm to her stomach, keeping her rooted to the wall for support as my mouth and fingers gentle, easing her down from her high. When she exhales long and hard, I withdraw my fingers.
“Holy shit,” she says on a murmured giggle.
I lift my eyes, longing for a glimpse of her blissed-out expression, but she’s tipped her head to the ceiling, offering me nothing. Her chest rises and falls like she’s run a marathon, and her hands grip the roots of her hair as she chuckles again, her head lolling sideways.
“Don’t get comfortable, gorgeous.” Lifting her leg, I kiss the inside of her thigh while pulling her shoe off. “We’re not done yet,” I say, switching feet.
Her chin drops to her chest, and her sexed-crazed eyes meet mine as I slip her joggers down her legs. My brow raises, my hands hovering over her ankles and waiting for her assistance in removing her clothing. Wetting her bottom lip, Jess lifts one foot and the other, her eyes remaining locked on mine.
I strain my eyes, keeping them on her while I kiss her thigh, her hip, the quivering skin below her belly button, and the tops of her breasts. My hands follow my mouth as I move up her body, sliding around and unhooking her bra, and slipping it from her arms while I continue kissing her. I pause at her neck’s hollow, the steady thrum of her pulse beating against my lips before I move to the curve of her jaw and hover over her mouth. As much as I need her mouth on mine, I hesitate because her essence—her scent and taste—covers my face, and not all women like tasting themselves on their lover’s lips. Arching my neck back, I meet her questioning gaze.
One corner of her mouth tips up before she curves her hand around