Mila blinks several times, then bites her lip. “I didn’t mean for you to get mushy again. But…”
“But what? Stop holding back. There’s nothing to hide anymore.”
Her throat bobs as she swallows hard, trying to push something down.
“Say it, Mila. It feels good to say it.”
She grunts. “Ugh, fine! I love you too, Ozzie. I do. But…”
I shush her with my mouth in a heated kiss. When I pull back, I tug her shirt up higher, let my hand caress her soft breast, and then work my way around to her back to feel for the clasps.
The flush deepens in her cheeks. “There are easier ways to shush me. If you let me take it out, I’ll suck you dry faster than it’s taking you to undo my bra.”
My fingers grappling with the bra closures, I grit out, “Don’t you dare.”
Mila shoots me a wicked grin. “Let’s have ourselves a wager. If I can free your dick faster than you can free my tits, you’ll let me blow you again.”
Finding my way around this bra while I’m belly laughing is challenging. “You’re ridiculous, Mila.”
“Oh, I know I am.”
She grapples with my belt buckle, and I struggle with her bra.
I don’t stand a chance. The woman’s got my athletic pants and underwear shoved down to my knees, lightning fast, a second before I finally loosen the clasps on her bra.
“I win!”
Her hand around my cock sends white hot spikes of arousal to every nerve in my body. “Mila,” I growl. She struggles against me, snickering. She thinks she’s going to tackle me and have her way, but she has no idea what’s coming to her. Watching her sit on the bed with her shirt and bra halfway off and her hands cupping my dick and balls is the cutest, hottest thing I’ve ever seen. And I can’t take a second more of it.
“Hey!” Mila cries when I pull her hands off me. I’ve got her top and bra chucked across the room in another split second. In the next moment, I’m flattening my hand on her stomach and working off her shorts and panties.
“Not fair,” she pouts, even as she pushes into my hand.
“What’s not fair, little one, is that your bra has four clasps, and I wore athletic pants. The game was rigged from the beginning, and you knew it.”
She lifts one shoulder and smirks. “Meh. Probably.”
I reach back and tug my shirt off over my head, and we’re both utterly naked in seconds. And I forget what we were arguing and teasing each other about.
I shoulder her thighs apart and expose her damp center to me. She gasps as the tip of my tongue traces the line of her split.
“Shit,” she whispers. I grin and follow this licking with soft kisses over the top of her pussy.
“Ozzie.” The word squeaks out of her.
I have to check on her, to make sure. Coming to my knees, so we’re at eye level, I ask her if she’s okay. “Do you want me to keep going? Do you want me to keep tasting you and make you come with my mouth?”
She hums, nods, and her eyes roll upward, causing her lids to flutter and close.
“I need to hear you say the words, baby.”
With a soft grunt, she answers. “Please, don’t stop. Keep going.”
“With my mouth?” A smile plays on my lips, and she makes a twisted, angry noise.
“Yes. Yes, already! Stop talking and fuck me with your mouth. Oh my god….”
I will. I definitely will. But first, I need to play with her pretty breasts. Round, soft, and peaked with rosy nipples the same shade as her swollen lips. I deliver one more kiss to her lips and then find my way down to her sternum. Taking one nipple into my mouth, I coax it with my tongue into a tight pebble, stroking the opposite breast with my hand, and keep going until my Mila writhes under me. Then, I let go and coax open her split with my fingers.