“You want me to go down on you, baby?”
Aw shit. I was done for now.
“Yes.”
“Lay on the bed,” I ordered softly, forcing my hands not to reach out and toss her there.
I never wanted to taste a woman as badly as I did right now. Just the thought of crawling between her thighs filled my head with wicked thoughts but it was the trust she was placing in me, the control that really spoke more than any words that could have left her luscious lips.
“You want to take the dress off or leave it on?”
“Uh, off,” she decided, lifting the garment over her head, and throwing it over the closest pillow.
Struck dumb, I greedily devoured her soft curves and flat stomach, imagining all the ways that my tongue would devour her flesh and my teeth would nibble that sweet, soft skin. My Reaper kept pushing to surface and I had to fight hard to keep my control. He wanted to devour her and fuck her hard but that wasn’t today. In the future, oh hell yeah.
Kicking off my boots, I left them beside the bed as I draped my cut over the back of a chair and then ripped off my t-shirt. I didn’t undress any further because I didn’t know where this was leading and I didn’t want her to feel pressured.
Mimi was laying back against the sheets, legs falling open and widening as I crawled onto the bed and settled between them.
“Can I remove your thong?”
Fuck. That red material drew my eye like a flag in front of a bull. Matching bra too. Sexy as motherfucking hell.
She nodded, biting down on her bottom lip.
With as much care as I could, I lifted my hands and tugged the material gently down as she lifted her bottom and slipped the silky lingerie over her feet. My attention focused on her bare pussy and I salivated, needing to know her scent and taste so I could commit it to memory.
Sensing her unease, I chose to keep the interaction between us light, easygoing, even if I caught a brief flash of fear in her pretty eyes. Offering up a salacious grin, I winked at my sunshine right before I stuck out my thick tongue, dragging it across her core.
“Oh!”
Her deep, throaty cry of pleasure spoke to the beast within me and my mouth curved into a smile against the soft pink lips of her pussy at the same moment her hips lifted a couple of inches with involuntary need. My cock pulsed against the mattress and I fought against the urge to remove my jeans. A heavy breath released from my lungs as my hips rocked steadily into the sheets, wishing I was rocking into her instead.
Hungry to be inside her and yet torn with the desire to keep tongue-fucking her sweet little cunt, I slurped and devoured her essence like it was my last meal. Lapping at her delicate folds, I chuckled lightly when her small hands gripped my head, tugging on my hair. My tongue rimmed that tight, sexy hole as she panted, calling out my name.
Nothing ever sounded more addicting.
She slapped her palms on the mattress and then sat up, leaning back on her elbows, watching me as her thighs parted wider, eagerness etched into the feminine and delicate contours of her face. Her eyes lit up with lust and approval as I kept my gaze locked with her own.
She let out a guttural moan as I slid one finger inside her, gently moving in and out at the same time I flicked at her clit with my tongue. Two fingers slid into that wet, tight pussy next and I watched her reaction as she gently began to move in tandem, taking her pleasure from the combination of my fingers and tongue.
It was the most erotic and sensual moment I had ever shared with any woman.
A groan left my lips as she whispered my name like she’d come a thousand times the exact same way.
“Dale.”
I needed more. My fingers withdrew and I sucked each one, knowing I’d be doing this as often as I could. Grabbing her ass and sinking my fingers into that succulent flesh, I held her in place.
“Tell me what you want,” I ordered, my voice little more than a growl.
“Make me cum,” she begged, “please.”
“Please what?”
“Dale, my tough and handsome biker,” she moaned, arching her back, placing that slim throat on display.
Fuck yeah.