I keep going until I reach her hips. I expect to feel at minimum a string to her underwear but there’s nothing.
“About that,” she says, giggling. “I was going to text you.”
“You were going to text me,” I murmur, reaching around and sliding my hand over her bare pussy. “What were you going to tell me?” I ask, pressing against her clit.
“I-I don’t know. Koa,” she moans, gripping the edge of the dresser and pressing her ass against my cock. “A picture maybe. Something that would convince you to come over and see me.”
“You still aren’t understanding.” I remove my hand from between her legs and spin her around.
“Understanding what?”
“I always want to see you.” I grab the bottom of her dress and start slipping it up the curve of her hips and ass. “I always want to be next to you.” I lift the dress exposing her breasts and over her head. “Convincing me is futile.”
“But you don’t even know what I was going to say.” She lifts the bottom of my shirt over my head. Her hands move to my belt and she removes it briskly, making it slap the dresser before it falls to the ground.
“What were you going to say in your text, baby?” I ask, giving her a brief kiss. It takes all my control not to put my hands on her with her naked in front of me.
She peels my pants and briefs down my legs, springing my cock free. I’ve had a semi since I saw her dancing at The Armory. Her eyes widen and she lowers herself to her knees.
“You’ll have to use your imagination since you took my dress off already,” she says. The last thing I’m going to do is imagine Sydney wearing clothes right now. “I thought maybe if you saw me on my knees waiting for you, you would want to come give me what I want.”
Her hands dig into the muscles in my thighs. Clearing my throat, I ask, “What is it you want?”
She looks up at me with hooded eyes. Her breasts hang heavy, begging for my hands. She’s a fucking goddess on her knees.
“Let me show you,” she says, wrapping her hand around the base of my cock. Now I’m the one needing to use the dresser as a crutch to keep myself upright.
Sydney runs her tongue from the base of my cock to the tip and back down again, teasing me. I grow harder with every pass of her tongue until I’m twitching in her hand.
She smirks and swirls her tongue around the head of my cock, moaning as she laps at the precum leaking. A quick glance at me through a curtain of bangs is the only warning I receive.
“Goddammit, trouble,” I croak, when she hollows her cheeks and pulls me to the back of her throat. I gather her hair in my hands. I want to see her lips run up and down the length of my cock. “This is better than I’ve ever imagined.”
She moans and squirms on her knees, making her tits bounce. I grip her hair a little tighter but still allow her to control the pace. Saliva drips down her chin and her eyes begin to water. The image makes me feral.
This isn’t how I want to come. I pull out of her mouth, making her whine. “Get on the bed, baby,” I say, helping her up from the floor. “I’ll let you finish that later but right now I want to see your pussy dripping with my cum.”
“Have you always had such a dirty mouth?” she asks, laying down on the bed. She is resting back on her elbows with her legs spread waiting for me. She nibbles down on her lip and her dark nipples pebble in anticipation.
“Only for you. Flip over. I want you on your hands and knees with your ass up.” Her eyes flit from my eyes to my cock in my hand. I pump myself a few times, attempting to release the tension.
She slowly rolls over and stretches her arms out in front of her. A low whimper releases from her as her breasts graze against the top of the comforter. “Like this?” she asks, glancing at me over her shoulder.
I nod slowly, taking my time to appreciate her ass that is on full display. I prowl towards the bed. Once I’m close enough, I grab her by the hips and pull her to the edge.
I palm her ass in my hands and massage the plush muscles. “I have watched this ass walk away from me for years. Tonight, I want to see it coming back to me.”
Stepping closer, I push my cock down her ass and through her slick center. Sydney groans when I slip a finger inside her. “Do you think you’re ready for my cock?”
“Yes. Koa, please,” she begs.
“Are you going to come for me first?”
She shakes her head. “I want your cock. Not your fingers.”
Fuck, I like it when she tells me what she wants. I’ve been dying to hear her beg for me like this. I line up at her entrance and start easing my way inside. I’m not convinced her body is prepped for me. As much as I want to punish her for that dress, I don’t want to hurt her.
“Koa, I need more.” Her hands dig into the comforter as I pull out and push in another inch.
