“Holy shit, you’re so fucking wet for me, baby.”
“You ruined three pairs of panties this weekend, and you know it,” she replies.
I sink one finger in deep, coating it with her sweetness while my mouth feasts on her breasts and nipples. The wet noises are so delicious that I can’t help myself from seeking out her clit and teasing it, slowly building a rhythm until she shatters around my fingers. Her release hits her quickly, and she cries out my name.
“Ozzie! Fuck!”
“Bad girl,” I say, teasing, still messing around with her pussy and painting her tits with my kisses. Her body flexes against my touch, then releases in her involuntary spasms.
“I-I…it’s okay…I’m n-not a one-and-done girl,” she breathes, her nails digging into my lower back. “There’s more where that came from.”
Even in the throes of her first aftershocks, my Mila is full of filthy talk. I am in heaven with her.
With my fingers now coated in her juice, it’s time to have a taste. I paint each of her nipples with her essence, tracing the circles of her rosy areolas. She gasps at the sight and the sensations.
I maintain eye contact while I lick her nipples clean. Her mouth goes slack, and she murmurs something unintelligible.
“You taste so sweet, baby. Did you know?”
Mila’s eyes fly open, and she watches me lick my fingertips, saving one for her.
She sucks my finger into her mouth, humming at the contact or the taste, twisting her tongue around my digit and sucking. The look in her eyes promises the same treatment to other parts of me when she finally gets her way with my body. I have no doubts this woman is going to wreck me.
I slide my finger out of her mouth and kiss her hungrily, sloppily, churning up her arousal.
And then, I return to nestle myself between her legs. I can detect her sweet musk in the air, and I inhale deeply before spreading her lower lips with my thumbs open. I knew she was wet, judging by her scent, flushed face, and tight nipples that hardened in my mouth. I knew. But seeing this, touching her sweet essence, is ratcheting up my desire for her. I want to plunge into her now, now, now. But I want her ready.
I dive my tongue between her folds, letting her delicious juice slide into my mouth, and I swallow it down. I kiss, lick, and gently scrape my teeth and bristly chin over her petals. She’s wet and getting wetter. I lose myself in her pink petals, sweet essence, and soft, sensitive skin. Every slight touch from me sends her sweetness flowing out.
Her body starts to wriggle under me, her pussy pressing against my face. She needs more, wants more, so I increase the pressure and speed, then back off again and watch her squirm, listening to her moans.
The teasing at the apex of her thighs is too much for even me, and I finally let myself conquer her clit. Sinking one, then two fingers into her heated cunt, I suction my lips around her clit, listening and watching for her cues.
I gaze up at her exquisite curved belly and see Mila’s hands stroking her own nipples.
I pop her clit out of my mouth and cover one of her hands with mine. “Those are my toys. No sharing.”
She huffs a bewildered laugh, then flops her arms out of the way, grasping at the sheets. “Fine,” she breathes.
With one hand stroking her nipple, the other pleasuring her tight passage, and my mouth and tongue owning her pussy, I nudge her over the edge. Her second orgasm breaks over her suddenly, all of her mounting tension coming to a peak, then releasing in wave after wave of pleasure as she shouts my name amid curses and moans.
My eyes cannot fathom the beauty of Mila riding out the waves of her climax. Her body comes off the bed, her chest thrust forward, shoulders back, face so ecstatic as to look pained…until the expression changes abruptly to satisfied smiles and laughter.
The laughter turns to a shriek when I roll her on top of me and cup her face. We kiss through another set of aftershocks and then rest for a few minutes. I feel like a god with her splayed out on my bare chest, her cheek against my breast, her legs straddling me.
We catch our breath for a moment.
“I’m almost afraid to ask where you learned to do all of that,” she says, smiling up at me, her chest rising and falling in time with mine.
“Prison,” I joke.
Mila snorts and tugs at the short hairs on my nipple. “Ouch!”
My shriek sends her cackling, and then she’s done catching her breath. In part because both of us notice how my cock twitched against her middle at the sound of her laughter—even through her causing me pain.
“Sorry, Mister Bear,” she croons with a cute little pout, apologizing by tenderly licking and kissing the pained spot.
Mila kisses her way across my chest, giving the unhurt nipple some love, before rising to take me on top.
She puts her finger to her lips, kisses it, then presses it to my lips.
“Your turn,” she whispers.