She exploded the next second, but I was still relentless. I licked and nipped until her sounds subsided and her body stopped shuddering. Then I stood up long enough to take off all my clothes before pleasuring Skye further.
I kissed from above her navel up to her chest. I skimmed the tip of my nose on the soft skin under her nipple. Turning her on one side, I moved my mouth from the side of her breast down to her waist. When I reached her hips, I pushed myself up and just watched her. She was lying in an S-shape, head slightly bent, the pillow under her head. She was shuffling her feet against the mattress, as if she had too much energy to keep still.
I moved behind her, and my cock grazed her ass cheek in the process. Fuck me. The contact sent a bolt of energy spiraling through me. Groaning, I pulled back a few inches. She wiggled her ass but missed me. I gripped her hip, keeping her in place while I continued kissing her body from her hip down to her outer thighs.
“Rob....” Her voice was mutinous. I imagined her pouting. Hell, I had no idea where I’d suddenly found all this self-restraint, but I planned to make good use of it while it lasted.
I slipped my hand farther up between her thighs, skimming her slit with my thumb.
She gasped into the pillow. The muffled sound didn’t satisfy me. She glanced at me furtively. Her cheeks were flushed. I wanted her to let loose, utterly and completely. I didn’t want her to hold anything back. I slid one finger inside her. She clenched her inner muscles so tight that my self-restraint vanished, as if I’d flipped a switch. I turned her to face me. Skye drew her fingers down my chest, curling them against my skin, as if she was so desperate for me that she forgot I wasn’t wearing anything for her to tug at.
She looked down between us when I hovered above her and drew my erection against her lower belly, teasing her clit, stopping when the tip was right at her entrance.
Her breath was shaky, and so were her legs. She was holding them up in the air, her hips rolled toward me.
I slid inside her slowly, watching her expression change from anticipating to being overwhelmed by pleasure.
Damn, this felt so exquisite. She was tight and pulsing around me, and when she rolled her hips, taking me even deeper, I buried my face in her neck. A groan tore from me. The scent of her hair and skin were driving me crazy. Resting my full weight on my knees, I moved faster and harder. Pulling my head back, I slid one hand under her ass, pressing her against me, holding her at the angle I wanted her. She cried into the pillow when I touched her G-spot. Her eyes widened in surprise. Her inner muscles squeezed me so tight that my breath was knocked out of me. Pleasure zipped down my spine, shot through my limbs. My muscles tightened.
Skye scratched down my arms and then my back. That was it. She was letting loose, and it was a glorious feeling. I wanted to push her over the edge right now. I changed the angle of my hips, thrusting my pelvis so it rubbed against her clit. She gasped. The pillow dropped to one side, and she clamped her mouth on my arm. She came the next second, arching her back. I felt her heels settle on the back of my thighs, and she grabbed my ass with both hands, pushing me deeper inside her.
I stopped moving, just losing myself in the sensation of her tightening around me, riding out the wave of pleasure. The sounds she was making were delicious. When she dropped her head back on the mattress, her breath was coming out in heavy pants. There was perspiration at the base of her neck. I drew the tip of my nose on the soft skin between her neck and shoulder before pushing myself up on my knees. Skye’s cheeks were flushed, and her body glistened with perspiration. She was still pulsing around my cock, driving me mad.
I hooked my elbows under her knees, lifting her legs up a notch. She stretched her arms wide on the bed, grabbing at the sheets as if needing to brace herself.
“You’re so beautiful, Skye. Just perfect. Your skin.” I drew my fingers down her ankles. “Your body.” I reached her inner thigh and moved up right between them.
“Your pussy.” I didn’t last long after that. I came so hard that my mind turned blank. Even through the shot of pleasure, I felt my thighs cramping, but I wouldn’t stop. Couldn’t. I needed to wring out every drop of pleasure. When my legs cramped so hard that I couldn’t stand on my knees alone, I fell forward on my palms, thrusting until I could barely move.
Skye touched my face, drawing her hands down my chest, watching me with a wry smile. It took several solid minutes for me to compose myself. Physically, at least. I still wasn’t thinking clearly, or at all... nothing more coherent than Skye. Here. Want. Her.
If it wasn’t for my phone buzzing, I would have stayed with her like that for the rest of the afternoon. After Skye got up from the bed, heading to the bathroom, I grabbed my jeans from the floor and took out my phone. It was Anne. I immediately answered.
“Hey. How’s it going?”
“Ummm... it’s been rough.”
“Want to come by? I have wine, and a rough story too.”
“Skye there with you?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”
I was so happy at how close those two had become.
Twenty minutes later, Skye, Lindsay, Anne, and I were all sitting outside.
Before I had the chance to ask my sister what was wrong, Lindsay announced proudly, “I’m going to stay with Dad for two weeks. He’s taking me to his new place on Monday.”
Anne smiled sadly, and everything clicked into place. Douchebag finally took my threats seriously and was paying some attention to his daughter... but that made things even more difficult for my sister.
“What do you plan to do?” Skye asked Lindsay.
“I don’t know. Whatever Daddy wants. I’m going to take all my dolls and show them to him. And my new necklace and bracelet.”
Anne nudged her. “Don’t forget to thank Skye for the bracelet.”