Her taste was on my tongue, and I wanted more. I was ravenous.
I pushed her knees wide and cupped her ass cheeks, lifting her to meet my mouth. I’d make it so good she couldn’t regret it. I opened wide and devoured her, taking as much of that tender flesh in as I could before I backed off and used my tongue with more finesse. This was no time for slow and sensual, but I gave her the best tongue lashing I knew how to give, stroking her from clit to anus and back again, licking every fold and cranny, sucking the little nubbin of her clit until she beat both my shoulders with her fists and kicked her heels into the bed to push her hips up.
I might have smothered to death, but what a way to go.
“Come here,” she rasped, sinking her nails into my arms and urging me up. “Enough. I can’t wait.”
I lifted my head and grinned, shoving two fingers into her at the same time I said, “Who said you had to wait?”
She didn’t.
The moment I rubbed her G-spot, she came, her pussy weeping over my fingers, her tight flesh squeezing.
As soon as it passed, she sat straight up, her dark hair a messy halo around her face. A strap of her sundress hung off of one shoulder. The bottom half was bunched about her waist. She still looked wild. Furious. Horny as hell.
Then she shocked the fuck out of me by biting out the single word, “mine” as she wrestled me to my back.
“Damn straight I’m yours, sweets.” I looked up at her and was content to let her have her way.
That just seemed to make her angrier. She unfastened my jeans and yanked them off with dark intent like my dick was the enemy, and she’d been sent on a mission to destroy it.
And she did.
In the best way possible.
She put her mouth on me and didn’t stop moving.
“Holy fuck,” I said, my hands clenching my comforter.
I was already so close to coming, so every lick and suck was delicious torture. My hips involuntarily jacked off the bed, so I choked her with my cock, but she took it, her small hand working up and down my length in a tight fist as her lips, tongue, mouth and throat all worked in tandem to give me what I needed.
Yes. Holy shit, yes.
Her free hand massaged my balls and the base of my cock.
I stared at the ceiling and tried to think of every password I knew to calm down. I didn’t want to come in her mouth. I wasn’t sure Quincy was going to stay in my bed long enough for round two, and I sure as hell wanted to make sure I gave her what she needed.
I liked it fast sometimes, but this was way too fast.
“Hang on, baby.” I caught the back of her head as she bobbed up and down over my cock. “I want to give you what you need. Shit, that’s good. But it’s time for you to take it for a ride. Yeah?”
She popped off, her chest heaving like she’d been running a race. My balls ached for her mouth to return, to feel that sweet suction again, but knowing it was going into her dripping pussy…
“Yeah.” The breathy syllable made every cell in my body celebrate.
In a flash, she was over me, lowering herself down over my very hard and ready cock.
“Wait–” I choked out as my eyes rolled back in my head with pleasure. I was going to tell her about the condoms in the side drawer, but then it felt so good, I forgot. Her pussy rippled with need, adjusting to take me so quickly. I was big. Big enough that I had to take it slow with a woman to get all of my dick in her. I remembered Quincy being tight and taking my time to get her soft and worked up to take me.
Now she slid onto me in one go. She was wet as fuck but still.
All I could do was surrender to the sensations. Grip her hips with both hands and drive up into her as she rode me hard and fast. The bed bounced and shook with the vigor of our movements. I wanted to slow us down. I wanted to pay attention to those hard nipples bouncing under her dress, but I couldn’t. I wanted her bare, but didn’t want to take the time to stop. All I could do was reach up, hook my fingers in the neckline and yank, so one breast popped free.
We were like wild animals, mating for survival. Enemies battling to see who could reach the finish line first. We fucked like this was the most important mission we’d ever been sent on. Like our lives depended on it.
Our gasps punctuated the rushed slapping of flesh, the eager coupling of our bodies. We were desperate and hungry and undeniably made for each other.
That’s what I thought, anyway.