“Like what?” she pants.
I reach down and rip those little lacey panties from her body. She laughs that sexy laugh that would make me hard as steel if I weren’t already. “I’ll buy you more,” I tease.
“Just shut up and take care of me,” she groans with another laugh.
“Yes ma’am.”
I lift her leg and begin to make a trail of kisses from her ankle to her inner thigh, stopping right before I reach that bare, glistening pink. I move to the other leg and begin the same trail.
She moans and squirms waiting on me to move to where she wants me, but I like letting the anticipation build. I make it down her thigh again then move to her stomach then her hips.
When I finally let my tongue flick that tiny bud, she rewards me with a sexy, throaty moan that nearly has me coming in my damn pants. Which is just a reminder that it’s been a fucking long time. I don’t think I’ve gone this long without sex since I started having it.
I spread her open with my thumbs and lap the arousal like a dying man in the desert. She tastes like everything I love. Spicy, tangy, and mine. I grip her ass in both hands pulling her to me as I lick and suck drawing out every drop. When I move back to her clit and begin to suck her hands fly to my head like she thinks I’m going to vanish. I insert a finger, curving it slightly as she fucks my face chasing her release.
Then it occurs to me, I don’t want her coming yet. Anticipation and all.
I stop everything. Leaning back, I look at her naked body beneath me. Her full, round tits that are just enough to fill my hands. Her smooth flat stomach that has faint ridges of abs. Her full, pouty lips that I could kiss all day.
“Why did you stop?” she pants, bringing me out of the trance she just put me in without trying. “You arenotleaving me like this.”
“I’m not leaving you at all, Baby,” I tell her as I lean over her taking those plump lips with my own. I pull back again, removing my shirt then my jeans. “I don’t want to use a condom, Tori,” I tell her, judging her reaction. “I don’t want anything between us.”
“I’m on birth control,” she says as her eyes run up my body.
“So, you’re okay without one?”
She shrugs, biting her lip. “Never tried.”
“Neither have I,” I laugh, “but that’s not what I mean.”
She leans up grabbing my hand to pull me down to her. “For the last damn time, Zane,” she says as she takes my dick in her hand, “shut the fuck up.”
“Yes ma’am,” I grin as she guides me into her, and holy fuck, either it’s been too goddamned long, or she has some kind of magic pussy because I swear to all that’s holy, it feels like fucking home.
I’m afraid to move. Afraid if I do, this will be over long before it even begins. She wiggles beneath me, making me press my hips into hers. “Stop moving, Tori, or I’m going to embarrass the fuck out of myself.”
I thought she would giggle, but she looks at me with the most serious look in her eyes. “If you don’t fucking move so I can come, I will break your nose, Zane. I am so fucking close that I can’t fucking breathe.”
I love that she's not afraid to tell me what she wants. I love that she knows exactly what she needs and goes after it. I love her fucking filthy mouth.
What can I do but give the lady what she wants? I am a gentleman after all.
She brings my mouth to hers as I begin to move slow and deep. I trail down her jaw to the soft skin of her neck, leaving a mark that will probably piss her off tomorrow. She arches into me, meeting me thrust for thrust. I can feel her inner walls spasming. I grip one leg bringing it over my shoulder. She hooks that ankle around my neck letting me go oh so deep.
“Right there,” she moans as sweat from my forehead falls hitting her on the cheek.
She reaches for the drop then brings it to her mouth. “Fuck,” I grit out. “I can’t hold off much longer, Baby.”
As if that was what she’s been waiting to hear, her tight walls grip me as she finally falls over the edge screaming out my name with praises and curses. I follow right over with her. I come so hard that I see sounds and hear colors. Better than any drug I've ever had. If I weren't already completely addicted to her, I would be now.
“That was -,” she pants.
“Amazing,” I finish for her. But she’s shaking her head. “Not amazing,” I smirk because I know it was.
“There aren’t words for what that was,” she whispers like it’s a secret she’s only admitting to herself.
I know what she means. Itwassex but not just. It was connecting on a level I’ve never connected with anyone. Not even Lacy, but with Lacy I was still young. I loved her. I will always love her, but this with Tori is something else entirely.
