Maybe if she stopped speaking in that sultry voice, I would realize letting her touch my cock is not good for my self-control, but I don't care. She is speaking that way, and she's the sexiest woman in the world. I don't even care that I'm engaging in wild hyperbole.
Taking the packet between her teeth, she tears it open.
I need to fuck her. Right now. Since I can't, because she's kneeling over me, I have no choice but to watch while she pulls the condom out of the foil wrapping and rests her arse on my thighs. The first touch of her fingers on my cock robs me of breath. I struggle to regain it while my pulse accelerates and my erection throbs. She clasps my length, running her hand up and down it twice before she begins to roll the condom over me.
And she takes her time.
Grasping her hips, I follow every movement of her slender fingers with my gaze, transfixed by the sight of them dragging the latex down millimeter by millimeter until she's covered me.
Once she's done, I lunge forward to capture her nipple, licking and suckling it. Her skin tastes salty, but sweet too. How a woman can taste sweet, I have no idea. She does, it drives me mad, and I don't give a toss why.
"Yes," she breathes as she plunges her fingers into my hair to hold me to her breast.
I shove my hands under her arse and urge her to rise onto her knees again. When she does, I keep my hands on those cheeks to drag her forward while I sit back against the chaise, never releasing her nipple. She grips the chair's back, but the part of her I want the most isn't properly positioned yet. I tug her bottom until she shimmies closer. I have to give up the flavor of her breast, but now her mound is in front of my face.Perfect.
"You're so beautiful," I say, combing my fingers through the curly hairs that hide the flesh I want to devour. "I need to feast on you and make you come hard and fast, then I plan to bury myself inside your luscious body."
"Please, yes, do anything you want."
I pull her hips closer and shove my head between her legs, sealing my mouth around her taut bud. Her soft gasp drives me even madder, and I push a hand between her folds to stroke her wet flesh while I nip and lap at her nub, rolling my tongue around it. The flavor of her… I can't describe it. But I feel like I've drunk an entire bottle of vodka, too intoxicated to stop now even if I wanted to. I don't want to stop or slow down or think. No more rational thought. I need to make this woman scream.
Her nails dig into my scalp while she clutches my head, panting and moaning and begging me to push her over the edge.
I push a finger inside her.
"Oh God!" she exclaims between sharp gasps.
While I gorge myself on her clit, I slide another finger inside her, then another. I thrust them into her over and over like I'm fucking her—which I am, but not in the way I need to more than anything. Not yet.
She freezes, not even gasping anymore.
I know she's about to come. Desperate to give her that release, I reach up with my free hand to cup her breast and pinch the nipple.
Her body pulses around my fingers, and she screams. Her cries echo off the patio walls. I'm positive other guests must hear it, but nothing else matters except coaxing every last bit of pleasure from her. Once her spasms fade, I pull away from her body, breathing almost as hard as she is.
She bends down to crush her lips to mine, only for a second. "Your turn."
"My what?" I ask, sounding dazed. Well, I bloody am dazed.
The erotic angel impales her body on my cock, throwing her head back to let out a rough, loud groan. "You feel so damn good."
"Ride me, love," I rasp. "Please, do it now before I lose control and, ah, go off prematurely."
I haven't done that since I was a teenager, but no other woman has ever made me feel so…out of control.
She starts moving, slowly at first, then increasing the pace with every rolling thrust of her hips. She's so slick, so hot, and her body wraps around mine like it was designed to fit me and only me. That's complete bollocks, but my lust-addled mind believes it. I love the look on her face—eyes half-closed, lips parted, cheeks flushed—and I love the way she lays her palms on my shoulders while she keeps fucking me. I grasp her hips, urging her to go faster and harder while our bodies generate a wet sucking sound. The climax starts in my spine, barreling downward like a runaway train, the pressure in my cock mounting until I know I won't last more than a few seconds longer.
I shove my fingers between her folds and rub her clit.
Her fingers clench my shoulders hard enough to cause pain, but I hardly notice it. Her head falls forward, bumping my forehead. "Yes, God, yes, I'm about to—"
Every muscle inside her clamps down on my cock, again and again, the pulsating waves pushing me over the edge with her. While she cries out, I erupt inside her, powerless to stop myself from lunging my hips up to penetrate her body so thoroughly that the tip of my cock grazes her inner wall. I come while I'm buried so deep inside her that it's almost like we've merged, and pleasure slams through me, hotter and more intense than anything I've known before.
She collapses against me, her chest heaving, her head on my shoulder.
I've gone limp too, but I marshal just enough strength to wind my arms around her. I'm still nestled inside her body, but I don't have any physical energy left to remedy that. Not that I want to, anyway. She feels so bloody wonderful. We lie there like that for a few minutes, I think. With no clock to tell me the time, I have no idea how long I've cradled this incredible woman in my arms while we both recover from life-altering sex.
Finally, I turn us onto our sides, facing each other, and pull out of her body.