And that’s not my plan. Not yet.
First a little worship of my own.
I remove my cock from her mouth and ease down her body. “Your tits are perfect,” I say, and then I suck one between my lips while lightly pinching the other.
Goose bumps erupt on her flesh.
I suck, nibble, bite.
Her beautiful tits are swollen, pink, nipples hard and taut—their texture like silk over a rigid pencil eraser. Each nibble inches its way straight to my dick. She’s so responsive, writhing and grinding under me. This woman loves to have her tits sucked, pinched, bitten.
I can’t wait to get nipple clamps on her.
The muscles in her arms go rigid. She wants to let go of the headboard. She’s dying to let go. But she won’t. Already I know she won’t.
Skye Manning is a perfectionist. Her control will be her undoing, because her control requires perfection. I told her not to let go, so she won’t. To do so would be to fail. Skye won’t fail. I don’t know how I know this about her so soon, but I do. It’s written in every soft groan she makes, every tightening of her hands on the rungs.
And I find that beautiful.
“You’re beautiful,” I say after releasing her nipple. I move down her body, raining soft kisses on her belly and then her vulva. “I want to eat you again, but damn, I need to get inside that hot pussy. Fuck.” I move from the bed and return with a condom.
“Let me do that,” she says.
Her offer is tempting, but perfectionist or not, she still has much to learn about being in my bed.
I meet her gaze, my teeth clenched. “Don’t you fucking move.”
“Braden, I want to—”
“I said don’t move!”
She inhales sharply and looks up.
“I’m going to fuck you again, Skye, and this time, I’m going deep.”
God, so deep.
I put the condom on and maneuver her
legs over my shoulders, opening her.
Then I thrust in.
She bites her lip as I tunnel all the way into her body. So tight and so welcoming. I wonder if I’ll ever get enough of her suction around me.
“That’s good,” I grit out. “Sweet pussy. Sweet Skye.”
Her shoulders are creamy, her lips glistening. I long to lower my head, kiss her mouth, her cheeks, her neck.
But that would require me to shift angles, and I don’t want to lose the depth I’m getting. God, she feels good around me. So fucking good.
Though I can tell she wants to, she doesn’t let go of the rungs.
She watches me, gazes into my eyes, and her pussy responds. Already I feel her walls clenching, her climax imminent.
“God, Braden!”
She grasps the rungs with white knuckles as I pound into her, grazing her clit, my balls slapping against her ass.