TWENTY-SIX
Ozzie
My Mila’slegs and arms wind around me as I lower her onto the pillows. Our breath is one breath. My aching cock strains against my zipper, but I summon every ounce of will to not nut in my pants.
It’s tough to control myself when she sighs when I can feel her nipples scrape through her shirt that rubs against my chest. When the soft skin of her thigh rides up the outside of my leg. When her nails dig into the back of my neck, then release when she realizes she might be hurting me.
I laugh into her mouth and pull away from the kiss briefly. “It’s okay, Mila; you can scratch me up as much as you want. I’ll take everything you can give me. Use me up. Bite me, ride me, destroy me with your pussy. That instinct? That urge to run you can’t shake? I’m going to fuck that right out of you, girl.”
Mila gasps, and her lower half grinds against me.
Her hands paw and fist my shirt. I cup one of her tits, using the pad of my thumb to strum her nipple while I nuzzle the other pillowy breast with my face.
The way she moans tells me she’s going to be so wet and ripe when she’s ready for me.
Her fingers go to my hair and latch on when I cover one nipple with my mouth over the soft material of her shirt.
“Ozzie,” she whispers. “I need our clothes gone.”
I nuzzle the underside of her jaw; I love this soft spot. I want to worship every inch of her. The soft places, the hard places. The soaking wet places.
My hand covers her pussy, and the heat radiates from her core even through the fabric of her leggings.
“This pussy right here. I’m going to make it feel so fucking good,” I inform her.
“Ozzie,” she says hoarsely, her nostrils flaring. “I want you inside me now.”
I chuckle low against her sternum, pressing kisses over her curves, licking and sucking the material over her nipples until her tee-shirt is wet because I’m drooling over her. I’m fucking drooling like a dog.
And I will keep doing things with my mouth until she’s hoarse from begging.
“Ozzie. Please. Stick it in me. Put it in me.” Her pelvis grinds against mine. The ache below my waist is too strong, too good. I don’t want to come yet. I know I’ll explode as soon as my throbbing tip touches her dampness.
“Not yet. First, you come.” I kiss the bare skin above the vee neck of her tee-shirt, and the contact ignites a new kind of fire in me. I need more skin-on-skin. I crave her softness, her curves against me.
“I wanna come on your dick,” she rasps.
I tug up the hem of her shirt and flatten my palm against her sweet tummy. “You’re not ready.”
She hisses, running her fingers over my neck, through my hair, her cheeks flushed and her eyes flashing, somehow more green than usual. “Don’t be such a bragger.”
She makes me laugh. “I’m serious. Do you want to see it?”
This time, Mila laughs. “I saw it before, remember?”
“That was in the dark, sort of.”
Her thighs squeeze my middle, her damp undies smearing over me. She’s going to kill me if she keeps that up. “I never thought you’d be one to show off your massive cock.”
My eyes close as her words wash over me. Just hearing her say “your massive cock” makes said peen grow another three inches. I groan and hump against her grinding pussy.
“Fuck, Mila. You’re a determined little thing, aren’t you?”
“Nobody’s ever called melittleanything. Determined, yes. But not little.”
I’m not sure if she’s putting herself down or what. And I don’t know how or if I’m supposed to react to this nugget of information.
I study her face for a moment and simply say what’s on my heart because it’s the truth. “I love everything about you, Mila. I can’t imagine you any other way. I love your curves, your tummy, your bottom. Everything you wear that accents your tits or your ass—I could die of frustration, and I could punch someone who stares at you. You are the perfect size, and you’re the perfect woman for me. You’ll always be my little person. I fucking love you. So much.”