I grin as I crawl in next to her, cupping a hand around the back of her neck. “I’m very happy to hear that,zolotse,” I murmur against her lips. She pulls me into her arms, and warmth floods my chest as I rest my forehead against hers.
“I missed you,” she whispers, lips brushing against mine in a ghost of a kiss.
She nips at my bottom lip, and I grin at the tease, my free hand caressing the smooth skin of her bare thigh. I trail upward as she splays a hand across my chest, smirking when I find nothing but miles of soft skin under her shirt. When I reach her breast, I squeeze it and brush my thumb over her nipple, chuckling when her back arches, pushing her further into my hands.
Blair whimpers, letting out a shaky breath that makes my cock throb. I want to hear the sound again while I’m inside her sweet cunt.
“I missed you, too.”
I kiss down the column of her neck, rucking up her shirt until it’s gathered under her breasts, nipping at her collar bone where the shirt’s slipped off her shoulder as I settle my hips between her thighs. She shudders as I roll my hips against her, licking the seam of her lips.
On her worst days, she’s fucking stunning, but nothing brings me to my knees like the sight of her in our bed, spread out for me.
Like this, I want nothing more than to drive deeply into her and seek out the heaven that lies between her thighs, but I don’twant to rush. Not tonight. Not when she’s looking at me like I’m the key to her salvation. Not when I need her, need to know that she’s safe and happy here with me.
The sight of her breasts makes my mouth water. They’re a perfect handful, nipples beaded tight, begging for my touch.
And who am I to deny her?
I work my lips down her neck, her chest, and flick my tongue over her nipple, gently pinching it between my teeth. She gasps, hips bucking into my stomach. “You’re so fucking beautiful, you know that?” Her nails dig into my shoulders as I pop the other into my mouth, sucking deep while she smears her wetness against my abs.
I’m already throbbing, and she hasn’t even touched me. Fuck, I’ve hardly touched her.
I slide down her body, lifting her thighs over my shoulders as I kiss every available inch of her.
“Can you be a good girl and stay quiet again?” I ask, nipping at the soft flesh of her inner thigh, smirking as she shivers. “If you can’t, I’ll have to leave you here and take care of myself in the shower.” My cock aches, miserable at just the thought when Blair’s right here, ready and wanting.
She shakes her head furiously, pulling my hair as she tries to force me closer to her pussy, wetness shining in the lamplight.
In truth, I want to hear every breathy sigh, ragged moan, and choked groan.
She’s terrible at being quiet when we’re together, but I love it. Every sound tells me exactly how much she’s enjoying herself, how much she wants to be with me.
But there’s something irresistible about watching the desperate plea on her face as she tries to restrain herself, the way she gives in with her whole body that I can’t pass up.
Her chest is flushed pink, eyes wild. Her nipples are tight nubs, red from my attention. I nudge my nose against the crease of her thigh, inhaling her sweet scent. I want to devour her, to forget everything except how delicious she is.
“Well?” Her teeth sink into the cushion of her bottom lip, hesitating, but she eventually nods. “Good girl.”
It’s the only permission I need before I spear her with my tongue, alternatively licking up the length of her to tease her clit and plunging it as deep as I can inside her, drinking up her wetness like the sweetest manna. She shudders, her muscles clenching, trying to pull me deeper.
I smirk as she bites back a moan, hands pulling even harder at my hair.
I’ll never get enough of how she tastes, I think, groaning as I suck on her clit. She throws her head back as I reach up, squeezing her breasts.
I’ll never tire of the sight of her like this. Lost in her bliss, she clenches her jaw tight as she tries to keep her sounds to herself, despite the whines and sighs escaping her. She looksfree. It’s like she’s managed to let go of everything else except for what she’s feeling and what she wants.
It’s breathtaking.
Blair’s always worrying about something, and even when she’s sleeping, it’s like she can’t really let go. There’s a small frown that mars her face hours after she falls asleep until sheends up clinging to me. It’s like she needs to know that I’m right there with her, that I haven’t disappeared.
But when I sink two fingers into her core, she isn’t worried about anything. Her thighs clamp around my ears as I crook my fingers against her G-spot on each thrust while I flick my tongue against her clit.
Her body draws taut as she moans, cunt clamping down on my hand as she floods my mouth with her release. I let her ride out her orgasm, only pulling away when the aftershocks have ceased.
I click my tongue with false disappointment.
“I thought you were going to be quiet?”
