“God, Thalia,moró mou[7].”
She shudders, and I’m dazed by the heat radiating off us. Our kiss intensifies with every step closer to my bedroom. I can’t see where I’m going with my lips firmly on hers, but I’ve made this trip many times in the dark.
“Say it again,” she utters when I lay her on the bed, needy, wet, and ready for me.
“Moró mou,” I whisper, pulling the dress over her head, then unclasp her bra and sit back, admiring the view. Smooth, olive skin, swollen, rosy lips, and aroused brown eyes. “You’re so fucking beautiful, little one.”
She yanks me down, and I trail a line of kisses across her neck, cupping her breast. The pad of my thumb toys with her pebbled nipple before I continue the journey down her warm body. She parts her lips, back arching as I reach between her legs to caress the wet, warm flesh.
I’m transfixed, mesmerized by the pure bliss on her gorgeous face when her eyes flutter closed. How did I keep myself in check for so long? Andwhy?
Who the fuck was I kidding?
She drops her hands on the pillow, surrendering her body and mind to me, my touch, and my demands. I slide my lips down the silk curve of her neck, dying to taste the candy pink nipples. I curl my tongue around one, sucking and nipping, making her cry out, and she reaches up, tangling her fingers through my hair to hold me in place, silently begging for more.
And more she’ll get.
I let my hunger for her take the reins. There’s no way I can attempt to control the white-hot burning lust when every touch of my hands on her body sends her into a frenzy. She’s famished. Desperate for human connection, touching, kissing, and feeling someone close after twenty months of zero intimacy.
She claws my back, drawing long lines from my nape, down my shoulder blades and sides until she reaches the elastic band of my sweatpants. She pushes her petite hand inside my boxers and wraps her fingers around my cock.
“I want another taste,” she says, stroking and squeezing me in short, measured moves.
That might be the sexiest sentence I’ve ever heard. A man can tell if a woman enjoys going down on him or if she sucks because she has to. Thalia definitely enjoys bringing me to the brink with just her lips. She’s so fucking good at it that I half expect she took ahow to handle a dickclass.
I won the lottery with this one...
I haul her up, maneuvering her until she’s the one on top, and I’m lying with my head propped against the pillow. She throws my boxers over her shoulder, licking her lips as if she’s about to taste her favorite dessert, but then she frowns and hops out of bed.
“One second!” She rushes out of the room, her boobs bouncing along the way.
I’m on my back, and my dick stands at attention like some badass, angry, bald general. On-hold music is all that’s missing, but thankfully, I’m not eleventh in line before an operator will be with me. Thalia’s only gone ten seconds and reappears with her hair tied in a messy ponytail.
God, you created perfection.
“Ready.” She smiles, running her hands up my thighs, and her warm breath fans the head of my cock. She tastes the first drop of precum, as graceful fingers wrap tightly around the hilt, stroking me slowly. She licks the overly sensitive crest before her pink lips touch the head, and she sucks me into her mouth.
I damn near come on the spot.
A soft moan vibrates up my shaft, the sensation incomparable to what I’ve experienced before. She sinks deeper, her moves hasty as the head of my cock hits the back of her throat.
“You’re so fucking good at this,omorfiá,” I groan, barely closing my fingers around her heavy ponytail.
She’s a pro, alternating between pumping and toying with my balls while keeping up the demanding tempo of her lips. I won’t survive much longer. I can already feel the orgasm building at the base of my spine, and there’s no way I’ll spill anywhere other than her pussy this time.
Thalia’s erotic hum fills my head, the silk of her mouth almost tipping me over the edge a few seconds before she releases my cock with a soft pop.
“Nowyouget a taste,” she says, biting the tip of her index finger and climbing higher with a cheeky smile, her knees on both sides of my head. “Deep breath, baby.”
“Where the fuck have you been all my life?” I hook my elbows under her thighs when she’s close enough, grab her waist and yank her down, pressing her hot pussy to my lips.
She tastes like heaven, sunshine, spring rain, and everything that makes me feel good. I’ll spend a lot of time between her thighs. My head spins when I lick her back to front, flicking my tongue over the swollen bud. Every time I do that, she bucks against me, her gasps growing louder.
“Please...” she utters, grinding over my face, “mistamatás.”
I don’t need a dictionary to translate the words—don’t stop. Sexy... she’s so sexy when she plays with her boobs, focused solely on the pleasure coursing through her body.
The most arousing sight I’ve ever witnessed.