I love what he’s saying. I had no idea I like dirty talk, but wow. He’s only touched my ankle so far and I’m dripping for him. I feel it on my thighs and as it trickles down between my legs.
“Just do it,” I tell him, not even trying to be coy.
He slowly shakes his head and drops to his knees.
Oh my God.
He’s right between my spread legs. His warm breath fans my heated flesh.
“This is the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”
I lift my head and look down my bare body to meet his eyes.
I don’t think too much about all the other pussies he’s seen.
“You don’t like something, you tell me. Right away. Yeah?”
I nod.
“You do like something, I want to know that, too. Yell. Gasp. Hell, tug my hair.”
I smile. “Less talk, more action, Austin.”
He grins. “Yes, ma’am.”
Then his mouth is on me.
“Holy shit!” I say aloud, because oh. My. God.
He licks and sucks and flicks with his tongue and then gets his fingers involved and there is nothing, nothing, about what he’s doing that I don’t like. In fact, I like it so much that I’m already close to coming.
I do as he said and shout how much I like what he’s doing, how he’s doing it and giving him directions of harder and more and right there. I even tug on his hair as he brings me to a screaming orgasm.
He pauses as I come down from my high. I glance down at him.
He sees the scars on my inner thighs.
And I’m still so fucking relaxed from the climax I don’t even care.
A few seconds later, he licks and nibbles his way up my body as I catch my breath. He laves one nipple and then the other, before leaning over me and kissing the hell out of me.
I can taste my arousal and it’s so hot.
“More?” he asks, kissing the spot behind my ear.
“More.” I roll my hips.
“Be right back.” The bed bounces as he pushes off and heads—bare assed—into the ensuite bathroom. He quickly returns with a condom and rolls it on.
I’m lying just where he left me, although I dropped one foot to the floor. He looms over me, studies me for a moment before scooping me up and shifting us on the bed so he’s sitting up, back against the headboard. I’m in his lap, my legs straddling his waist. We’re eye to eye and our gazes meet and hold.
“Climb on, baby. Take my dick for a ride.”
He’s hard and thick between us and I take him in hand. He hisses and his dick pulses against my palm. He wants me to be on top, to be free to move and do what feels good. I’m not held down. Not under him.
For some reason, this endears me to him even more. While this position, the idea of riding him like a cowgirl, is hot, he chose it for a reason.
Me.