She stares down at my length, and then she’s stroking me with her thumb, just the lightest feather of a touch, but it’s enough to have my eyes rolling back.
“Having fun driving me crazy?” I ask weakly.
Her grin turns wicked. “Yeah.”
Then she’s jerking me off, nothing dainty or delicate about it as she works my dick without mercy. I could come like this.Merde, I could come from a handjob like an overexcited teenager, spilling all over her thighs.
The image of her covered in my cum is too much to handle.
“Monroe.” I cover her hand with mine. “I—”
“What was it you said earlier?” she interrupts. “About the texture? The...weight of it in your mouth?” She traces her thumb over my tip. “I agree. That’s the best part.”
I need her hand off my dick right now or this is going to end in extreme embarrassment. I don’t have to ask for it; she loosens her grip and pushes lightly on my chest to make me back up before sliding her feet to the floor. She’s so short it’s a significant drop off the counter, which is adorable enough to distract me from the imminent blowjob for a fraction of a second.
She lowers herself to her knees in front of me and reaches for the band of my sweatpants, tugging them down my thighs until they drop to the floor. I don’t have time to step out of them before she’s trailing her lips over my hip bones. My cock brushes the skin of her throat, twitching at the contact. She lays a kiss at the very base of my shaft, and I have to grip the counter’s edge for support.
“Chérie.” My voice is cracked as I gather the hair away from her face and keep it clenched in my fist.
“I like it when you call me that,” she murmurs, each word a stroke of heat imprinting itself on my skin. “Chérie.”
Then she licks me all the way from my base to my tip, and restraint is no longer an option.
“God, I want that pretty mouth wrapped around my cock.” I tighten my grip on her hair. “Now.”
She takes me in slowly, swirling her tongue around my tip and bobbing her head a few times, going deeper with each thrust. Her throat convulses as she gags and pulls all the way back to gasp out a breath before taking as much of me as she can. I have to rip my eyes away from the sight of her kneeling at my feet and stare up at the ceiling, grappling with the urge to start thrusting into her mouth.
“Monroe.” With all the willpower I possess, I tug on her hair until she pulls back. “Up here. Now.”
“I can keep—”
“But I don’t know if I can. You are...dangerously good at that, and I want to fuck you before I come.”
I hook my finger under her chin and brush my thumb over those gorgeous lips. She stares up at me, lust flaring her pupils, and then raises herself to her feet. She lets out a little yelp of surprise as I grip her by the waist and lift her back up onto the island.
“Stay here.”
She kicks her feet playfully in the air. “What if I don’t?”
“Then I will ceaselessly and mercilessly hunt you down and punish you once I find you.”
She rests her hands on the counter behind her, the action thrusting her breasts toward me. This woman is a walking distraction.
“That sounds kind of fun.”
“You say that now...” I threaten before laying a hasty kiss on her forehead and all but sprinting to my bedroom. I’m back in the kitchen nanoseconds later and move to stand between her legs before I slide the condom on. I cup her cheek with one of my hands, tilting her head back to slip my tongue into her mouth as I slide myself between her thighs. She moans and claws at my sides, her legs locking themselves around me, heels digging into my ass.
I break off the kiss, resting my forehead against hers and tilting us both lower to the island to get more leverage. Her eyes lock on mine, and the intimacy of the moment hits us both. We’re so close, as close as we can possibly be, and still I want her closer.
“Harder,” she murmurs, and she doesn’t have to ask twice.
I start pounding into her without any remorse, feeling myself getting closer and closer as she cries out and collapses on her back against the island. I don’t slow down. She brings a hand up to cover her mouth, eyes desperately searching mine. Her other hand starts to knead one of her breasts, almost reflexively, like she can’t help touching herself. I lower my mouth to her other nipple and start to suck, harder than I did before. She hisses from behind her hand.
She might be muffling her shrieks, but her pussy isn’t showing any restraint. She’s got a greedy little cunt, squeezing my cock between thrusts and urging me for more. I love that she can’t be generous, not now. She could tell me to finish wherever I want. She could give me permission to stop altogether, but her pulsing heat isn’t interested in putting anyone else first. It’s that need, that uninhibited desire wracking her body as she clings to mine, that finally pushes me over the edge.
I come with my lips against her chest, the moan that rips itself out of me scattering across her skin. She’s all I taste, all I see and smell. She’s all I want as I heave a shuddering breath and fold her into my arms.
Twelve
