So damn perfect.
I’m not going to linger too much this time, there is so much more yet to do, and the night is far too young.
“Shark- where you going? Don’t leave.” She all but begs, then opens her eyes and releases my hair from her grip.
Never has my hair been played with as much as with these two, and I love it.
“That was just getting good.” She groans and I have the pleasure of viewing her rub her thighs together, an unconscious movement, like she had a premonition of where my next stop would be.
*Devious* “I need a good look at these panties you have on, little miss.” I shift lower down her torso, then reach the top of my destination. I tug at her shorts. I can’t ever get enough of what this woman does to me.
A divine wine.
She gave a faint hum of approval which stirs my blood even hotter.
Those cheekies, they match her nail polish.The little minx.They are a purple cotton but have a bright pink lace trim on them that matches the strip of color in her hair. If memory serves me correct, these panties show just the right amount of the underside of her peach. I want to bite it, taste if it’s as sweet as the fruit.
Focus on the task, Shark.
There’s something else I find that catches my eye, my cock taking notice as well.
The wet spot is visible between her thighs, the cotton material soaking it in. I know exactly how she tastes, how she moans and writhes under me, how her demands turn me the fuck on, and I know right where her pleasure points are.
I need to be between her legs, like yesterday.
You were there yesterday, Shark
*Delighted* So I was.
I make quick work of removing her cheekies, toss them just outside the threshold for Weston to find. Weston is a fish, the panties are the bait, and I am the fisherman eager to reel him in.
She’s trimmed, not bare like most women today. Avery doesn’t give a shit what play out in the media and what she is supposedly meant to look like. She is proud being herself. Plus, this she-devil knows how much Weston and I love it.
Ready to dive into her delectableness, she instead closes her legs before I can get there.
“Nuh-uh, this is not you eating me out singularly’.” She sits up on her elbows, “get that delicious cock of yours over here, right now.”
“Yes ma’am.” Can’t say no to that.
Avery sits up then shifts so her head is at the foot of the bed, her feet now tucked under her pillow.
T-minus ninety seconds until Weston arrives. I know his schedule like the back of my hand. Us military men tend to stick to a routine no matter how many years out of the service.
Once Avery and I are in position, both eager and willing, and shaking with desire, I shift her leg to an angle where I can get a better view my dessert.
Mag-nificent.
Usually, I’ll dive right in, but we have to make sure Weston is here to watch her come the first time. That low growl deep in the back of his throat is enough to do me in.
Fucking right it is.
Instead, I tease and trail kisses along her thighs, nip at her sensitized skin, breathe in her sweet citrusy scent, then I finally give in and trail my tongue along her slit.
Is it possible for a woman to taste better and better the more you have them? Like a fine wine.
If so, I’ve died and gone to heaven.
Avery’s thighs quiver the same time she takes my cock deep into the back of her throat then releases me with a pop and starts nipping and massaging my balls.