I groan, sliding my knees back on the mattress, my eyes holding hers as I lower, hovering an inch over her clit.
My tongue slips out, swiping across her so fast, she doesn’t have a single second to enjoy the heated feeling. A hint of a glare forms at the edges of her eyes, and then I blow warm air over the wet spot, and her chest rises.
“Don’t be a tease.”
“What song you got for that?” I pinch her clit between my knuckles, and she squirms.
Her mouth opens, and when nothing comes out, it opens wider, but this time in shock.
“Did you just stump me?” she pants with a frown.
“I told you I would one day.”
“This is trickery, Mr. Riley.”
Chuckling, I lower, wink, and then I’ve got a mouth full of pussy.
I suck her slow, rolling my tongue along her clit, and when she begins to yank on my hair, I glide two fingers inside her, offering the pressure of a cock and the heated magic of a tongue.
Her knees come up, clamping over my ears, and I wrap my free arm around her, squeezing her thighs as I sit up on my knees. Ari’s lower half is off the mattress completely, nothing but her shoulder blades and head lying flat.
She slashes around. “Oh my god, Noah, please. More.”
She dances against my face, searching for her orgasm, and I’m about to give it to her.
But then she yanks free, my hand sliding from her, and she shoves me backward, my head meeting the edge of the bed.
My baby climbs right up, right over me, and with her royal blue dress clung around her waist, the tail of it pulled around us, her pussy sucks my cock inside her.
“You want to drive?” I push her hair over her shoulder and her eyes flash. “Hm?” She clenches around me, and my eyes close.
“Hold on to me, Noah.”
My chest rumbles and I do as she says. I squeeze her ass, giving it a sweet little slap, and her palms fall to my chest.
Her hips begin to circle, and I draw my legs up, allowing her ass to fall a little lower, my cock to slide in a little farther, and she moans.
“Faster, Juliet.”
She picks up her pace, her hips lifting then coming back down with hard full slaps. I reach up, hooking my finger around the strap of her gown, and tug her to me.
Her lips clash with mine, her tongue diving inside my mouth instantly, and I lift my hips pressing back into her. She tears at my hair, and when she rips away, burying her face in my neck, her whimpers send chills down my spine.
She starts to shake, her pace slowing, so I scoot down the mattress, until my feet hit the floor, and then I stand, taking her with me.
She yelps, a low laugh escaping her, but she claims my mouth once more, her body rolling over me, searching for more.
“One second, baby. This is going to be so good, I promise, but the dress, the dress has got to go. I need to see these.” I bite her through the fabric as I spin her around, setting her on the edge of the dresser. Her hands leave me and she hardly reaches behind her, unzipping her gown, but my hands come around to finish the job. I tug it up and over her head, letting it fall to the floor.
Ari’s shoulders hit the hall with a thump, and she uses it as leverage to rock her hips into me. I tug her ass to the edge, bringing her knees up so the arches of her feet are pressed along the edge.
Driving my hips forward, I sink into her at an angle we’ve yet to try, and it’s a fucking keeper. “So deep,” I rasp.
She answers with a thrilling, little mew, her tongue sneaking out to wet her lips.
Bending forward, I capture her right nipple in my mouth and her back arches into me. I roll my lips around the hard peak, fucking her deep and hard.
And she cries for more.
“Noah.” My name is a soft demand.
“You want more?” I bite her a bit, pressing in hard, and grinding against her clit. “You want me to go faster?”
“You know I do.”
I withdraw, and she whimpers, her eyes flying open.
My cock aches, but she loves this. The anticipation, the burn low in her core.
“But?”
She shakes, not finishing the game we play, but goes straight for it, saying what she wants. “Give me what’s mine, Romeo. Faster. Harder… now.”
A growl shakes in my chest, and I curl my palms beneath her ass for a better grasp. “Lock ‘em tight, baby, and quick.”
Her legs cross behind my back, her arms wrapping around my neck, and stretching until her chin is pointed at the ceiling when I tug on her hair, now tethered tightly around my wrist.