“Me too,” he confirms, running his hands up my thighs to my hips, where he holds me tightly. Leaning forward, he takes the bottom of my tank top between his teeth to guide it up my body. When it’s around my throat, he buries his face between my breasts, inhaling deeply. My fingers shove the hat from his head and tangle in his hair, giving a sharp tug. I feel his laugh rumble against my skin before he sits up again.
“Jaysus, Layla. Look at you,” he mutters in awe.
I blush, biting my bottom lip. The way he’s looking at me is almost reverent. I’m suddenly very thankful that the red lace bra was the only clean one I could find this morning. The hunger in Teagan’s gaze is enough to make me want to burn all the others in my hamper. He grazes a knuckle over the peak of one breast before hooking his finger over the lace and pulling it down slowly. The cool air is in harsh contrast to my heated skin.
“Fuck me…” Teagan groans, lowering his head to suck a nipple into his mouth.
My back arches off the bed as I cry out. The last sexual experience I had was nowhere near this intense, even when I climaxed. I’m pretty sure he can make me come just by sucking my nipples. God, if this is what happens when his mouth is on my breasts, what about when he moves lower?
Teagan
I take my time paying homage to each of Layla’s perfect breasts. As much as I love her in red, this sexy-as-sin bra needs to go. Slipping a hand behind her back, I unhook it and slowly pull it from her body. Then the air leaves my lungs in a lowwhoosh.Her breasts are glorious—full and heavy with perfectly peaked nipples that I can’t help but brush the pad of my thumbs over before sucking them into my mouth. I love every lush curve of her body. When she protested me picking her up, I vowed to make it my life’s mission to make sure she never feels anything but worshiped like the goddess she is. It’s not completely selfless though. Touching, kissing, and pleasuring her is something I’ll never tire of.
While laving at her nipples, I can feel my cock growing harder by the second. The noises she’s making, and the way she’s pulling my hair, have me so turned on, I’m afraid I won’t make it longer than a few seconds once I’m inside of her. Groaning, I tell myself to stop thinking about it or I won’t even make it that far. I can tell she’s getting impatient by the way her body bucks against me, but fuck if I haven’t waited for what feels like ages to get this beautiful woman under me. I want to spend hours with her.
Somewhat regretfully, I move from her breasts, starting to rain kisses down her torso. When I reach her navel, I swirl my tongue around it, chuckling as she shivers. Her hands are pushing at my head, urging me lower. Lifting my eyes to hers, I hold her gaze as I tuck my fingers into the sides of the small shorts she’s wearing, pulling them over her curvaceous hips and down her shapely legs. Red catches my eye, and I discover that her underwear matches her bra—red, lacy boy shorts hug her hips. I raise a fist to my mouth, biting my knuckle.
“Were you planning on me undressing you today or is this just a happy little accident?” I ask, voice low and rough.
Layla props herself up on her elbows, smiling shyly at me. “It’s the happiest accident of my life.”
With a wolfish grin, I say, “It’s the happiest accident ofmylife, Lovely.”
“I’m glad you approve,” she says shortly, “but can we get rid of them now?”
A bark of laughter escapes me.
“So impatient,” I mutter, lowering my head to lick her roughly over the lace.
“¡Dios mío!” Layla cries out, falling back onto the bed.
Fucking hell.
This woman will be my undoing. Tired of waiting to taste her, I yank her knickers down her hips, tucking them into my back pocket. I own them now. When Layla starts to press her legs together, I grip her thighs, spreading them wide, before taking a brief second to admire her pussy. I groan at how wet she is already. All I do is groan when her body is involved.
“Lovely Layla, you have no idea what you do to me,” I mutter before dipping my mouth back to the apex of her thighs.
I don’t waste time teasing her. Repeating what I did while she was covered, I press my flattened tongue over her seam, licking all the way up to her clit. I take my time, adding pressure when I reach the swollen bud. She gasps loudly, bucking her hips in response. I do it again and again, soaking up her moans and reveling in the constant string of Spanish flowing from her mouth. Her thighs clamp over my ears and I feel them quiver. She’s getting close. Latching my mouth to her clit, I pull it between my lips, sucking hard. She yells out her release, undulating against my mouth until her orgasm fades.
When her legs go slack onto the bed, I finally raise my head. She’s panting heavily, eyes hooded when they meet mine. I lick my lips, watching those big, brown eyes widen as I crawl back up her body, planting kisses along the way. When I reach her mouth, I gently kiss the corners of her lips before devouring her again.
Layla’s hands snake down my sides, causing me to shiver, and yanks at thebottom of my shirt, pulling it up to my shoulders. Breaking the kiss, I rock back on my knees and reach a hand behind my neck, grabbing the shirt by the collar before tearing it over my head. Sitting up, her eyes and fingers rake over my chest, to the waistband of my jeans. She pops the button and my cock twitches in response.
Meeting my gaze, she purrs, “Take these off, Teagan.”
Her wish is my command. If she were to demand that I bark like a fucking dog, I’d do it gladly. Especially while she’s sitting there, gloriously naked, her skin flushed from the orgasm I just gave her. Christ, I love her body.
Rising from the bed, I take a step back to remove my jeans and briefs. I watch Layla’s heated gaze travel from my face, over my chest and stomach, then coming to a stop at my raging erection. Her eyes widen, and that luscious mouth falls open slightly.
“Hijole…” she whispers.
Chuckling, I climb back on the bed, hovering over Layla, who is still propped up, leaning back on her hands. I dip my head to kiss her softly, gently pushing her back on the bed. She shudders and a hint of hesitation flashes in her eyes.
“Is this still okay, love?” I ask. “Do you want to stop?”
“No,” she breathes, shaking her head, “Just…go slow. It’s been a while.”
“How long?”
