My hungry gaze rakes across her perfect breasts, down her flat abdomen and settles on the black triangle of fabric between her legs. “You have no idea.”
She leans in and kisses me, murmuring against my lips, “Then take me.”
I don’t have to be told twice.
I grab her ass and lift her. She wraps her legs around my waist and I carry her over to the bed. I love the way she smiles at me, the way her blue eyes sparkle, the way she rests her hands on my shoulders.
I can’t believe I get to do this.
I can’t shake it. I try, I tell myself I’m allowed to be here, but it keeps washing over me. I put her down on the bed and she scoots back, making room for me. I crawl over her, trapping her beneath me and gathering her arms at the wrist, pinning them over her head, just like in the fragment of story she told me.
Moira’s eyes close and she sighs with pleasure. “Oh, yes.”
“Yeah?” I murmur, leaning down to kiss along her jawline. I keep her arms pinned with one hand, but I drop down to kiss her breasts, taking a nipple into my mouth and licking the already-pebbled tip until she’s moaning and writhing beneath me. I turn my attention to the other one. My free hand drifts down her abdomen and I rub her through the lacy fabric.
“Griff,” she says, on a moan. Her legs spread for me, welcoming me—and only me—to touch her. My finger moves beneath the fabric and I feel how slick she is already. It goes straight to my cock. That’s for me. She wants me.
I release her wrists and pull my hand from her panties before I even get to play with her. I’m wearing far too many items of clothing. I shrug my jacket off and toss it, then start to unhook my belt, but Moira puts her hands on mine and stops me.
For a second, my heart stalls. Is she having second thoughts? I’ll die of blue balls here and now if she changes her mind.
Her smile turns sly, like she knows she just gave me half a heart attack, then she begins unbuckling my belt herself. “I want to open my present,” she tells me, winking at me as she feeds the leather through the buckle.
I can’t help smiling, even as she torments me, unbuckling my belt and dragging it off as slowly as she fucking can. “Your present, huh?”
She nods her head. “I want to taste it. It’s been almost a whole day since I had your cock in my mouth, Griff. That’s far too long.”
Fuck me. “You’re something else, you know that?” I ask her.
With exaggerated innocence, she runs her hand over my cock through the fabric of my slacks. “That’s a good thing, right?”
“A great thing,” I verify.
She smiles and unbuttons my pants, unzipping them and tugging them down. I ease back off the bed so I can shove them down, then I make quick work of my shirt and join her back on the bed.
“Lie down,” she tells me, climbing up on her knees. “I want to taste you before you fuck me.”
I damn sure don’t argue. I watch Moira’s breasts until she sits on top of me, her back to me. I groan as she leans down, giving me a perfect view of that thong-covered ass. She grips the base of my cock and gives it a couple gentle strokes. This is a view to fucking die for. She knows it, too. She wiggles her ass as she bends her head and guides my cock into the hot paradise of her mouth.
It’s basically an out of body experience, Moira sitting on top of me, laboring over my cock. I can’t keep my hands off her. I run a hand over that beautiful ass of hers, then slide my hand beneath her so I can play with her pussy wh
ile she blows me. Her moan reverberates around my cock and I thrust my head back against the bedding. Her mouth doesn’t let up. She’s like a fucking Hoover. Holy shit. Now that I’m fingering her and toying with her clit, she keeps moaning around my cock.
This is the pinnacle of fucking pleasure, but I need to be inside her and she’s doing good work. I pull her off my dick and toss her on her back, climbing on top of her.
“That is a beautiful fucking mouth you’ve got there,” I tell her.
“Glad you like it,” she says, smiling as I yank the lacy fabric down her legs and toss it behind me.
I want to be inside her, but I want her to come on my face first so I pin down her hips—she likes to try to squirm away—and bend down, latching onto her pussy. She lets out a moan and reaches down to tangle her fingers in my hair. I savor her little whimpers and moans as I lick along her pussy, drawing her clit into my mouth and sucking.
“Oh, God, Griff,” she cries, her fingers curling in my hair and tugging.
I keep stimulating her clit, but I slide a finger inside her tight entrance while I do and she gasps. I work my finger in and out of her, but all I can think about is how fucking tight her cunt is going to feel around my cock.
She cries out my name again and bucks her hips. I push a second finger inside her, pumping my fingers fast, zeroing in on her clit until she gets there.
“Griff!” She screams my name and my cock jumps as she groans. Fuck, I already love to make her come. I barely let her recover from her orgasm. Her body is limp as I move to my knees, lifting her legs and hooking them over my shoulders. She’s trying to come back around, but I don’t wait—I grasp my cock and push it up against her tight little hole. Fuck, it feels good as I push inside her. She moans as I fill her, then moans more as I pull out and shove back inside her.