Her hair moved, and he could tell she’d nodded. He was tempted to push her to verbalize again, but their connection was still tenuous. The fact that she was allowing this was huge, and he didn’t want to ruin anything before they could get started. He didn’t think his cock could take it if she called things off just as they were getting good.
So he spanked her again. And again. Alternating the slaps with rubs, varying the intensity and placement until her whole ass was a dark pink and warm to the touch. She jerked with the harder slaps, her legs kicking up, only the panties still around her knees keeping her thighs from parting more each time. When he decided she’d had enough, he dragged the panties down the rest of the way and off, her movements during the spanking having freed them from where they’d been trapped by her legs against his. He continued stroking over the skin of her ass, enjoying her sharp inhale when he squeezed the reddened flesh or scratched lightly with his fingernails. She bucked against him, and her legs fell further apart. He ran one hand down the back of her thigh, then back up along the inside to see how she would react. Did she want his touch there? Should he ask her? Or make her ask for that too?
Tempting as it was to hear this girl beg for his touch, he didn’t know if she would, so he kept up the stroking, reading the reactions of her body. He wished he could see her eyes, see if they were clouded with lust, as drugged from the feel of him against her as he was, or if there was any hesitation. But he didn’t want to break the spell of the moment, and the way she spread her legs a little more each time he let his hands wander closer to her pussy confirmed that she wanted this. After one last drag down her inner thigh, he glided his hand up and up, letting his fingers brush over the parted lips at her heated center.
She gasped and pushed back against his hand. He rewarded her by rubbing his fingers over her, letting his middle finger lay across her opening so the tip teased her clit when he stroked across her mound. After rubbing her there for a moment he pulled back and sunk his finger inside her. She let out a little cry at that, and Matt let out a curse when her muscles clenched on his finger. “Fuck. You’re so wet for me.”
He withdrew his finger and shifted her back across his lap so she could sit up, helping her up slowly so she didn’t get too dizzy from being head down across his lap. When she seemed steady on her feet, he stood, running his hands up her torso to catch the bra and pull it off over her head. Her full breasts bounced as they came free from the fabric, and she raised her arms to help. Tossing it to the side, he cupped her head in his hands and kissed her.
She responded immediately, her hands sliding along his arms to his shoulders and around to his back, pushing herself against him. Her lips parted, allowing him access to her mouth, and her tongue slid against his, fighting for control. But he needed to be in charge now.
With one hand, he gripped the hair at the base of her skull, tugging her head back further, stepping closer to control their interaction. His other hand slid down her back, gripped her ass, and pulled her pelvis into him. One leg slid between hers, and he ground her against his thigh, his cock rubbing against the soft skin of her belly. Her hands clutched at him, her nails digging into the skin of his back adding a biting edge to the pleasure of having her again.
He lifted her, turned, and dropped her down on the bed, following with her. He wanted to taste and devour every inch of her. Starting at her mouth again, he worked his way down her body. Her breath came out in little pants, and goosebumps skittered over her shoulders and chest when he scraped his teeth over her earlobe, kissing and nipping a path down her neck and over her collarbone. She moaned and arched into him when he got to her breasts, her nipples tight and hard against his palms and under his lips and tongue and teeth. He stayed there as long as he could stand it before moving down further, leaving a wet trail from her breasts, over her belly to the top of her mound. He planted wet, open mouth kisses along the edge of her trimmed, sandy-colored pubic hair.
The jersey chasers he’d screwed off and on over the last year or so had been waxed, so it was refreshing to see a woman who didn’t primp and polish herself to an unnatural extent in the pursuit of pleasing a guy. Who may or may not even give a fuck. Waxed was nice, but not something he cared all that much about. He was just happy to be approaching what he’d been dying to taste since he saw her again.
He ran his hands up her thighs, making room for himself between her legs, and settled down. He held her open, letting his breath fan over her swollen pink flesh. He could see her juices pooling in the opening of her pussy, and he couldn’t wait to get a taste. Would it be as good as he remembered?
Time to find out.
Hannah’s thighs tensed under his hands, and she let out a moan as he ran the flat of his tongue from her opening to her clit. The sound sent more blood rushing to his cock, which he wouldn’t have thought possible. He smiled, letting his eyes
