“Can’t fuck me if you’re clothed,” she says, a teasing lilt to her voice.
I toe my shoes off, working open my own shirt and cursing the man who invented buttons and zippers and clothes in general. She giggles when I have to lean against the wall to pull my slacks off, getting tangled in the damn things. I send up thanks for not falling on my ass, still knowing that unless I ended up with a major head injury, it wouldn’t stop what is going to happen tonight.
“You look fucking amazing,” I tell her as I somehow remember to grab a condom from my wallet before tossing my slacks completely away. “Take the rest of it off and get on the bed.”
She licks her lips as she does my bidding, and as much as I like the sight of her ass, that already slick pussy of hers, I don’t want her like I had her the first time. I need to see her face, need to check in with her and make sure she’s okay the entire time.
“On your back,” I say, when she attempts to position herself the way I had her that first night.
She turns over, her face angling toward the wall away from me. That just won’t do. I need her eyes on me. She may regret this in the morning, and that makes me the biggest asshole in the world, but I don’t want her feeling it right now.
“Eyes on me,” I tell her as I stroke my cock, condom wrapper between my teeth.
Her jaw is slack as I run my thumb over the tip of my dick.
“How greedy is your pussy, Leighton?”
She gives me a little moan, her hips shifting just an inch or so.
“Think I can make that pussy purr for me tonight?”
She swallows, her throat working.
“Spread your legs. Wider, Leighton. Don’t be shy. There you go. Mmm. Look at you.” Her eyes start to flutter, and I have to pinch the tip of my cock. If I don’t get better control of myself… “Eyes open. Show me your clit. Perfect. Is it tender? Does it ache?”
Another swallow but no answer.
I peel open the condom, rolling it down my cock before crawling up her body. My mouth starts on her ankle, the first brush of my lips making her body jolt, and I slowly make my way up. Her skin is soft and warm, just another part of her that’s perfect, another thing I missed out on that first night, another thing I can kick myself for later.
I have to slow myself down when I reach her knee, lifting her leg over my shoulder to nip at the back of her thigh. She moans, her hands falling to the sheets to grip the fabric.
“Keep that pussy open for me, Leighton.”
She groans, but her hands move back into position. I blow cool air on her center, making her hips flex up. I anticipate the move, keeping my face away, not giving her what her body is demanding until it’s on my schedule.
“Naughty girl. Keep still.”
I want to tease her to keep her right there on the edge of expectation for hours, but I find that I’m the needy one and I cave, placing my mouth over her, my lips brushing her fingers as my tongue presses against her clit. She’s sweet and slick, the tang of her arousal lighting up every single tastebud, making me want to drink from her forever.
I groan against her, feeling the vibration of my own pleasure erupt from her throat in a needy whimper. Her hips roll, fingers no longer splaying herself open for me as they tangle in my hair, and I’m desperate for more, burying my face against her as I devour, tongue swiping, lips moving. I suck and nip.
“G-Gaige,” she pants.
“Come, Leigh—”
I can’t even get the words out or my fingers in her pussy before the pulsing against my mouth begins. I lick and suck her through it. My cock is pissed and hard as stone for missing out as I press against the mattress. My fingers dig into her inner thighs, struggling to keep her thighs open when she tries to clamp them over my ears. She has a mouth. If she wants me to stop, she’s going to have to use it.
I don’t lift my mouth from her until her body melts into the mattress, her chest heaving up and down, those perfect breasts bouncing with the force of her breathing. Only then do I continue the kissing up her body, my lips on her hips, her abdomen, her glorious tits, spending some time on her nipples, that dip in her throat where her erratic pulse is still pounding out a rhythm, and I don’t stop there.
As I line up, my cock ready and knowing exactly where it needs to be, I press my lips to hers for the very first time, using the gasp she makes as I slide inside of her to gain access to her mouth. The slow roll of my hips feels incredible, but I know the sweep of my tongue against hers is what makes it otherworldly. I grip her around the back, my fingers of one hand digging into the top of her shoulder as the other presses into the mattress at her hip so I don’t crush her. Her legs are wrapped around my back, opening herself up to me perfectly as I move inside of her. Utter. Fucking. Perfection.