“What’s your answer?” he asked.
She swallowed then nodded.
“I’m not sure who is gonna enjoy this more,” he murmured, then sank to his knees before her.
The next thing she knew, she was half standing, half perched against the back of the sofa, and he was slipping her panties down her legs.
With her heart pounding, she gripped the sofa with one hand and the other, she set over his damp hair.
“Fuck, you’re pretty down here,” he said, hooking her right leg over his shoulder.
Cool air washed over her pussy, and a tremble went up her spine. What the hell was she doing? There was a big, badass biker between her legs, and he was intent on giving her pleasure.
Before she could think any further, or panic, his tongue stroked through her pussy lips.
“Oh, God,” she moaned as her belly tensed.
He did it again, his nose rubbing against her small patch of pubic hair.
Her fingers tightened in his hair, and she canted her hips, offering more of herself to him. A swelling sensation filled her clit, and then he found it with his tongue.
She groaned and clasped her hand over her breast. When had something ever felt so good?
Her inner thigh tingled as he stroked up it, then his fingers sought her entrance. For a moment, she tensed. Was he going to ram into her body?
He didn’t. Gently, he stroked her, circling and teasing with just the tip of his finger. All the while he toyed with her clit, applying steady pressure and building the need to release.
Suddenly, he stopped. He looked up at her, his lips shinywith her arousal. “Feel good?”
“Yes.” She was breathless.
“You need me to stop?”
“No. No. Don’t stop.” She gripped his hair.
He grinned, a pussy-clenching smile that had her impatient for more.
He gave it. Circling her clit with the flat of his tongue and easing one long finger into her pussy.
She groaned. Closed her eyes and curled her toes. She was so close to coming. A thrill she hadn’t experienced for so long. “Oh, God, yes, please… Jayden, I’m…”
He pushed into her a little higher, curling his finger forward and finding a place that drew a long, primitive groan from her throat.
Combined with the relentless stimuli on her clit, she didn’t stand a chance. She spiraled into ecstasy, toppling into a series of spasms that sent delicious release from her pelvis through her belly, chest, and to her limbs. She cried out and sank onto him. Sweat popped on her brow and between her breasts as she gasped for breath.
Still, he worked her, staying with her as over and over again her pussy hugged and released his finger.
Finally, her climax abated. Her breaths were hard to catch. Her pulse thudded in her ears.
He slipped his finger from her pussy and kissed her tender clit, then her pubic hair. He stood, almost sliding up her body, then caught her face in his palms and kissed her.
She tasted herself—erotic and musky—and wrapped her arms around his warm shoulders. A tremble tapped down her spine, and she gasped as it wound through her pelvis.
“Did I remind you what pleasure is?” he murmured against her lips.
“You know you did.” She felt pliant and loose in his arms.“Very much so.”
He pulled back and grinned—the grin of a very-pleased-with-himself biker. “Told you I would.”