Page 36 of The Best Kind of Bad
I sidle out of my sweats, watching him unzip his jeans. He lifts his hips, dragging them down his thighs. “Panties, too.”
Feeling suddenly shy, with all that perfect muscle coiled below me, my hands start to cover up my body.
He leans forward so that I can just barely feel the soft brush of his breath. “Off.”
The command in his voice sends a shiver of pleasure radiating down my spine. Feeling antsy from a combustive mix of vulnerability and pure desire, I obey, letting my panties drop around my ankles.
He exhales, the warm gust whispering down my belly, between my legs. “Good girl.”
Letting his fingers trail along my thighs, he runs his hands up to my hips and, oh so gently, lifts me up and lays me down on the couch.
24.
Dusty
I wasn’t exaggerating when I said this pussy’s been on my mind all day.
The memory of our first night together has been on repeat, playing over and over in my mind. She’s perfect. I know what she feels like with her legs wrapped around my waist. What that ass feels like when I’m pounding into her.
But what I don’t know yet is what she tastes like.
What her body does when I use my tongue just right. Easing between her legs, I lay on my belly and hook her thighs over my shoulders. My lips chart a path over her soft thighs. I pause at her hip, just barely making out the shape of that daisy tattoo in the dim light. I pause, feeling this deep understanding that it means something that we have the same ink on our bodies. Pressing a gentle kiss over the petals, I turn my attention to her apex. My nose charts a path along the vee of her hips, breathing in her sweet scent. Soap. Some sort of sweet, exotic lotion. And the enticing scent of her heat. I pause over her apex, just where her folds begin and that sweet little bundle of nerves is hiding. I exhale raggedly, letting a pent-up breath rush over her pussy.
Her hips twitch under me. She gives a surprised little moan and shivers in my arms. I pause, looking up at her with raised eyebrows. “Did you just come before I could even touch you?”
A sheepish giggle tumbles off her lips, and she flings an arm over her eyes. “Maybe.”
I nip at her thigh. “You’re not sure? You did, or you didn’t.”
She sighs. “I might have.”
I send my tongue sailing down her folds and her hips buck. She gasps, fingers tangling in my hair. My tongue dips into her wet center before stiffening upwards. I press against her clit and she twitches violently. “Dusty.” She groans as I drag my tongue back down.
I fit my lips around the little bud and suck, pinning her hips down. She groans, tugging at my hair, pushing my face between her thighs. My cock is going from hard to harder. I’m letting my hips slowly press into the couch, but I’m not going to last much longer at this rate.
And besides, I want to make her come around my cock. Shucking my boxers off, I snag the condom from my wallet and slide it on in record time. And then she’s dragging me between her legs, hands clinging to my back.
My hips rest over hers, and I give her part of my weight, feeling the couch dip beneath us.
I masochistically delay, letting my tip nudge between her folds. “Is this what you needed, sweet girl?”
She digs her fingernails into my back, nodding vigorously.
“Say it.” I growl, giving my hips a micro pump.
Her hips roll under mine, rotating my shaft in a desperate circle. “Yes. Fuck me. Please.”
Oh. I like that word on those lips. My hips thrust forward, burying half my length in one rough pump. Her back arches and she tucks her head in the crook of my neck, purring with relief. “I’m close, baby.”
“Not yet.” I say. Although, I’m not sure that she or I have anything to do with holding back the inevitable.
It was a long afternoon.
I thought about fucking her hard and fast.
I thought about fucking her on all fours. Bent over a desk again. Pressed up against a wall.
But now that I’ve got her, I just want to make the moment last. I drag my cock back and delve back in, reveling in each millimeter of her body. Her pussy sucks at me, dragging me deeper, deeper. And she’s so fucking tight. With each thrust, my cock takes more of her pussy until my pelvis is grinding against hers, rubbing against that swollen clit.
