As we lay face to face, I make that part of her dream come true, rubbing her outer hip and thigh. Nothing is between us now but thin pink panties and navy blue boxers—and they’re useless, since she pushed the waistband down to stroke me.
I keep waiting for the barbed words to come, for the comments that make me feel ugly to start.
They don’t. Instead, she guides my hand from her hip to her pussy. I hear her audible swallow before she says, “Then you touched me here. And that’s when I called for you.”
My fingers don’t delay in massaging her, finding her pleasure center in the soaking valley between her legs. She’s wet for me. This isn’t an act. When I touch her, she moans and arches into me, desperate and loud. Without even trying, she sheathes me in her slippery paradise and welds our mouths together, burning me with her kisses.
“Can I taste you?” I whisper.
She just nods and lets me continue my exploration, lying still.
I roll to my back and shake my head. “It’s probably better if you ride.”
“I want to ride you until my thighs break,” she grunts, sitting up and clawing her way over to me.
“I meant my face—at least my face,first. Then my cock.”
“My God. You are so perfect. I’m going to keep saying it because I can’t believe it’s true,” Chloe exclaims.
“It’s not true. I’m so far from perfect.”
“I get to be the judge of that, and I say that you feel perfect. You act perfect. You are proof of my magic being right, even when I fight it.” Her voice is hard, but not mean.
But I know not to mess with her, and so I will let this little lie go. She can believe I’m perfect if it makes her happy.
HE WAS SERIOUS. INmoments, my panties are on the floor, and my pussy is over his mouth. I’m wetter than six bushels of overripe peaches, and Jared loves it. With one hand, he’s stroking himself, and the other digs into my thigh as I grind myself to heaven and back on his hungry tongue and sucking lips.
“Stay, baby. Let me suck you,” he pants when I’m almost there, and both of his strong hands suddenly clamp around my waist, keeping me right where he wants me, right where I’m grinding, my hands clamped on his wrists. He sucks my clit the way I would suck a cock, hot, hard, and messy.
No one has ever done that. I didn’t even know someonecoulddo that.
I especially didn’t know I would start bucking so hard, I would worry about Jared needing a neck brace afterwards. I scream and dig my nails into his skin, letting go for the first time in my life without fearing the consequences.
They’re beautiful. I glow. Jared glows.
With a shove of my hips, I slide down over the round, firm middle that makes up his chest and stomach and leads me to his cock. There’s a tiny thought in my head that I should suck him first—and my mouth waters with want, but my pussy is the wetness winner at the moment. I sink myself down, going slow because it’s been so long. I wait for pain, but there isn’t any. Just deep, satisfying fullness in my slippery heat.
And now it’s my turn to worship this man who wiped out all my insecurities so fast and so completely that I feel like a new person.
No, like the person I always hoped I’d get to be. Sexy. Confident.
“That was amazing,” I purr, my hands on his shoulders, gyrating my hips with extra swivel, shaking my ass like his cock is my personal stripper pole.
“This is amazing,” Jared gasps, eyes wide, watching me.
“The first night we met, I imagined this. I wanted to ride your cock. Then I wanted you on top of me. I wanted to feel you over me, warming me up, smothering me—gently.”
“You did?” he sounds so awed—and it’s so adorable.
My confidence rockets up. My ego will be the size of a skyscraper if I marry this man.
Maybe that’s okay? I’m sure I’ll have enough screw-ups during my daily life to keep me humble.
“I did. You made me come, and now it’s your turn.”
“It’s not going to take long. You taste so good. Feel so good.” He strokes my cheek, and his hips rise to meet mine.
“Hear how wet you made me?”
