Nodding, she says, “okay,” all breathless and edible. Her head falls forward between her arms as I trace down her spine with a single fingertip. When I reach the split of her soft, round ass, I stop.
“Can I have it all?” I ask, and I don’t know why. I ain’t anaskin’type of guy. I’m morebeg for forgivenessinstead ofaskin’ for permission. But that shit about her not wanting to sleep alone when she’s drinking and finding her hugging my Mom with her eyes and nose all red… add to that how she wasn’t jumping out there to tell me what happened with her and that fuckbag Reynold.
My gut tells me Icanhave my way with her, but she needs to know it’sup to her.
Because it is. It always is; we’re just gonna do it my way after I get permission, is all.
“Yes,” she pants. “Please,” she begs. And that’s when I notice her entire body has begun trembling. The window fogs as her hands slide through the condensation. “Atti, put your hands on me before I cry.”
With my mouth still near her ear, I whisper, “keep your hands up.”
My hands feel so goddamn monstrous on her narrow hips, but I grip her hard, earning me a little yelp. She repositions her hands on the window, and when I glance out of it, I easily spot a man walking on the sidewalk, a little dog on a lead in tow.
“Look,” I tell her as I drop a bite and a kiss on her bare ass. “If he looks, he’ll see you getting your pussy licked.”
Her breathing grows rapid with that comment, and I don’t know if it’s because she’s nervous or likes it, but withhermouth, I don’t expect she’d keep her feelings quiet if she wanted me to quit.
Crouching on the bed behind her, I hook my thumbs in the split of her ass, spreading her wide.
“Atticus!” she whimpers. I drag the tip of my nose through the valley between her cheeks. She moans a little as I do but still fuckin’ protests. Goldie and that fuckin’ mouth of hers. “Atticus! That’s mybutt!”
Her hips wiggle. With one hand, I hold her tight around the waist, whipping her cheek with the other. “I know it is; that’s why I’m about to put my tongue in it.”
“Oh my god!” She whines, but she stops wigglin’ and braces her hands against the window with an urgent thunk. Our gazes jerk forward, and the man on the street with the little dog is looking. The lights may be off, but there ain’t no question he can see two hands splayed across the window and the silhouette of a fine woman naked, about to be devoured.
“Put your head down,” I tell her. She drops her head, and I drop mine, taking little bites of her ass until I get to the center. Using the tip of my tongue, I swirl small circles around her tight hole, hands firm on her hips. If I let go, I’m going to tear my aching cock from my pants and start stroking.
Goddamn, her tight little ass cinching around the tip of my tongue is making me feral.
“Is he watching you?” I ask in between small strokes of my tongue inside her ass. She may act embarrassed, but she fuckin’ likes it. Her legs release their strained control, and her back’s arch softens like her body is melting from just a few passes of my tongue inside her ass.
Good girl.
Using what sounds like all of her energy, she lifts her head to peer through the foggy window, then drops it again. Moaning, she says, “yes, yes, he’s looking. He’s… oh god, Atticus,lick me, please.”
Goldie Hawn Berry begging for this sweaty old man to eat her? Magic.
With her ass nice and wet, I slide a finger in and press my other hand to her lower back, holding her steady as she tries to buck away from the wide intrusion. A moment passes, and she settles, sinking herself down on my finger.
My cock drips onto my thigh, and I can feel precum in my boxer briefs. Her ass is so tight, and she’s so eager; with that fuckin’ smart mouth and shitty past, I’m surprised she wants me. And I’m just as surprised I want her as much as I do.
If she were anyone else, I’d already have my cock in her ass and my fingers hooked in her mouth, riding her hard. But Goldie. Goddamn, I’m all… sensitive and shit.
Getting to my back, I drag a pillow down and stuff it under my head. Goldie’s naked body on her knees above me does things to my lower half that I ain’t proud to admit. I don’t know how much longer I can do this before I fuckin’ explode.
Her hands slip, but she repositions, keeping them up before I even tell her to. “Good girl, Goldie,” I praise before swiping my tongue through her slick pussy lips, bringing a mouthful of her arousal with me. She tastes like honey, and she smells like lavender, and everything about this woman’s thighs hugging my head as I finger her tight ass and lick her sweet pussy is goddamn heaven.
First time I’ve been, and I’d love to stay.
“Atticus, ohmygod,ohmygod,” she breathes as I use the wide pad of my tongue to make her little clit bloom. “Please,” she moans, her voice rawer and more desperate than I thought possible.
“Please, what?” I ask, my stubble completely coated in her as I steal my mouth from her clit to talk.
“More,” she pants, “or, fuck me or, lick meharderor… god, I don’t know! Justplease,” she moans out, sounding frantic and crazy, and my cock spits a little from pride. Goddamn, am I going to be walking out of here with a load in my pants? I drive my face into her center, stroking my tongue up inside her pussy. She tightens around me, moaning, her thighs trembling around my face as her hips start a gentle ride.
Holy shit, she’s fuckin’ my tongue like a cock.
“Good girl,” I moan into her dripping cunt as she bucks over me. The room is a medley of erotic noises; her broken breathing and pleas for more, her palms squealing through the condensation as they slide, my tongue owning her cunt, the bed kissing the wall. It’s goddamn perfect.