“And nothing.” She gasped when he kissed higher. “Just saying.”
He lightly scraped his teeth over the cotton covering her mound, gliding his tongue along the fabric and over her covered slit. She whimpered again and shifted her hips closer.
He hooked his fingers in the elastic waist of her shorts and tugged. She lifted her ass off the chair long enough to let him slide the clothes to the floor, before she dropped back in her seat, legs spread.
He groaned at the sight in front of him. “Jesus. You’re gorgeous.”
She flushed and ducked her head.
He traced the outside of his finger along the edge of her pussy, his moan at how wet she already was mingling with hers. The promise of her taste taunted him, but he had a point to prove. The build-up was as important as the act itself. And he was going to make her scream.
Keeping his touch light, he parted her lower lips and followed a trail back down. Her skin glistened in the light.
He kissed up her leg until his mouth finally reached its destination. Her sweet taste hit his tongue, and his thoughts short-circuited. Better than the fantasy. Fuck. He wanted to bury his face down there and make her scream until she was hoarse.
Her breathing increased, and her hands rested on the top of his head. When he licked her clit, her gasp filled the room, and her hips bucked. His cock pressed against his jeans, begging to get in on the action, and he ignored it.
He wrapped his lips around her swollen sex, and she cried out. The new sound drilled into his head and jolted his dick. He flicked his tongue back and forth over the button, sometimes nipping lightly with his teeth.
She gyrated against him, her hands locked at the base of his neck. Part of him wanted to drop his pants and slide inside her, but even more, he wanted to hear her come like this. Wanted to taste her and feel her against his mouth when it happened.
He teased the edge of her entrance with his finger, still licking. Her whimper at the light contact melted into a loud moan when he pushed two fingers inside her. Jesus, she was slick. It was a good thing he still had his pants on, because once his cock came out, he wasn’t going to last long.
He sucked harder on her clit, hooking up his fingers as he glided inside her.
She thrust forward again when he hit the right spot. “Fuck, Zane. God, yes.”
Her breathing came in short gasps, and he nipped at her again, her sweet taste and the lack of blood to his head making the room swim. He pushed his fingers hard inside her. The thrusting of her hips grew to a frantic pace, and she held his head in place. Her ass rose off the chair, and her pussy clenched around his fingers as she came, squirming and driving against him, and groaning until he didn’t know how she could still breathe.
Finally, she slumped back against the chair with a soft sigh.
He wanted to be smug, but even more, he wanted to bend her over the back of her seat and feel her tight pussy around his dick.
He rose to his knees, knotted his fingers in her hair, and crushed their mouths together. Kissing Riley was like nothing he’d ever experienced. Desire sparked in his veins at the taste of cherry lip-gloss mingled with her juices.
He could dive into this forever, dancing his tongue with hers. Nibbling her lips. Drowning in the hunger that flowed between them. How had they never even kissed before?
And how was he going to resist the urge to do it again? Fuck, he wanted her in a million different ways.
She pulled away, face flushed and eyes still heavy with want. “You were incredible.”
“Told you.” He smirked.
She nudged his shoulders, and he dropped back into his chair. She slid her fingers down the front of her shirt, undoing the few buttons holding it on, and dropped the clothing off her shoulders.
He couldn’t pull his gaze from the gorgeous sight—the round tits, the curve of her hips, and the smooth spot between her legs.
She fell to her knees. “My turn.”
The husky tone of her voice made his cock pulse harder. She made quick work of his belt, fingers brushing his bare waist as she undid the button on his jeans.
She pulled down his zipper, and he whimpered at the release in pressure. He groaned loudly at the skin-on-skin contact of her soft fingers working his shaft free from his boxer briefs.
She stroked him. “You’re big. You never thought to mention that?”
“Show, don’t tell. Right?”
She laughed and dropped her head, lips hovering less than an inch from his cock. He watched the deliberate, sensual movements, his pulse screaming. Her breath was hot against his skin.