The tiniest puff of amusement came from her nose. “I think you did. You probably light them on fire while you masturbate to the memory of us fucking. You always had a thing for my hair.”
How she managed to keep a straight face was beyond me.
“Jesus Christ! You’re a monster. I brushed your hair so you wouldn’t shed like a fucking Chow Chow dog!” I shuddered at the thought, then mumbled, “Besides, if I remember correctly, you liked it when I brushed your hair.”
She finally cracked a grin. Satisfaction crept through my chest to know that she still gave me the feels just like she used to.
I set my forgotten takeout aside and dropped to my knees in front of her.
Hallie stopped chewing and laughed quietly, the sound already husky with anticipation. “What took you so long?”
“Waiting for you to finish stuffing your face.”
“That’s never stopped you before.”
I grinned wickedly and set my hands on her knees. “You’re right; it hasn’t. Eat your meal, Hells, while I eat mine.”
Practically panting while wrenching her tight jeans down, I spread her knees wide and sat back to admire the view.
Hallie, watching me closely, waved her fork. “Studying it won’t make it lick itself.”
My gaze snapped up and met hers. “I like having you bare and open in the middle of the living room.”
I blew across her pussy and bit into my lower lip when it pulsed. For contrast, I exhaled a breath of warm air against it while watching Hallie’s expression. Her eyes fluttered closed, and a breathy curse fell from her parted mouth.
“Eat, babe.”
I waited until she had a forkful of takeout poised at her lips, then slid a hand up her thigh and brushed the pad of my thumb against her opening. Spreading her arousal to her clit created a long, pleasured hum deep in her chest. One that had me moaning against her pussy while running my nose up her slit. Body heavy with desire, my craving to enter hers in as many ways as possible had me growling and plunging my tongue into her pussy as deep as I could.
The fingernails of Hallie’s free hand gouged my scalp as she unapologetically rode my mouth.
There had never been inhibitions with Hells. When we first began our casual relationship, her voracious appetite for sex and boundary-free kinks had me begging for more. She entrusted me with her body, and I’d never taken that privilege for granted—in the past, or now.
The half-empty takeout container landed beside her hip and her hand gripped my hair.
“Oh fuck, oh yes,” she chanted on repeat, growing louder until a guttural groan accompanied the spasming pulse around my fingers.
I kept licking until her thighs clamped around my head, stilling my movements. Prying her knees wide, I manhandled her sated body to her feet, hurriedly kicked free of my pants and underwear, then sat on the couch.
She wordlessly climbed on me and worked her way down the length of my cock, drawing a hiss the deeper I slid into her orgasm-tightened pussy.
“That’s it, Hells. All the way down,” I praised, firmly gripping her hips and guiding her.
Once fully seated, she rocked back and forth and grinned devilishly.
“Tease,” I murmured. My fingertips bit into her flesh, impatiently tugging her sharply each time she sank down my shaft.
A gasp fell from her open mouth before a sinful laugh. “So that’s how it’s gonna be, huh?”
“It’s how it’s always been, Hellcat. Ain’t ever gonna change.”
She bounced up and down, picking up the pace and rhythm until I was gritting my teeth and slamming her down as hard as I could. While her head tipped back and she swore at the ceiling, my focus remained on my cock sliding in and out of her.
“Four-second warning, Hells,” I growled, almost painfully.
“Okay,” she breathed out, then jumped off my lap without notice.
I instinctively grabbed her braid as she lowered her head and took my cock in her mouth, sucking hard and pumping her hand along the shaft, pushing my release over the edge and onto her tongue. She took me deep and swallowed each squirt as I came against the back of her throat.