“Please what?” I flick her clit with the tip of my tongue, not enough to get her what she wants but enough to drive her crazy.
“I need to come.” She exhales. “Do something!”
A deep chuckle rumbles in my chest. I open my mouth wide and take as much of her sex in my mouth as I can, my tongue wiggling up her seam.
The wild thing whimpers.
I let go. “But you said you don’t want me, kitten.”
She arches under my touch. “Dammit! I lied!”
“Youarea little liar, aren’t you? And a spy.”
“Archer, I want you. Please.”
“What was that?” I lick her one more time to tease her.
“I want you! Do something!”
I chuckle in satisfaction, then start licking her up and down.
I am being an animal. Like I took drugs. But I can’t help myself with her. Kat is so open that it’s like watching porn and being in it without anyone looking.
Playing out my fantasies? Sure. I’ve often limited myself, because despite not having shame about any dirty thing you want to do, it’s a turn-off when your partner is too self-aware or horrified when you go off the beaten path.
Not Kat. She is lust incarnate, and it pumps me up like I’m a sex addict.
She bucks her hips at me with an exhale. “How much did it cost?” she asks with a cracked voice.
I raise my eyes to meet hers without stopping what I’m doing.
“The table…” She is turned on. Her gaze is unfocused. And she’s still talking. This girl…
“Irrelevant.” I kiss the inside of her thigh. “But the last time it had liquid on it”—I plant little kisses on her skin and feel my cock leak precum. I’m turned on as fuck—“was probably years ago.” I keep nibbling the skin around her pussy, teasing her. “And look at this. Miss Ortiz dripping on an ancient rock, making history.”
“Archer!” The needy thing almost rips my hair out, gripping it tight and pushing herself into my face.
My cock wants to spill on this ancient rock, too.
“This antique will see another eruption when you come, kitten. Raise your knees. I want you wide open,” I say, pushing her one leg up.
Shamelessly—I grin—she hurriedly puts the heels of her feet on the edge of the cube, fully opening herself for my invasion. I let go of my cock, spread her pussy lips with my fingers, and start eating her.
Kat whimpers, loud in her pleasure—just like I like it. My cock moans for attention as it bobs in the air while I take care of Kat.
“Right there, yes,” she instructs me. “Oh, fuck…”
“You are such a horny thing.”
I lick her slowly and meticulously. Gradually, I increase the rhythm and pressure, listening to her pants that escalate to whimpers, then loud moans, her hands tugging at my hair.
In a moment, her repeated cries echo through the villa as she comes all over my tongue.
“Archer,” she exhales, throwing her arms above her.
I straighten up, wiping my mouth—the wild thing almost drowned me.
Kat is beautiful even in this simple act of raking her hands through her hair that hangs off the table. She lifts herself on her elbows, wobbling, looking at the rock beneath her. “Anything else precious I should be aware of in this house?”