“Babe…” My feet melt into the floor as I stand transfixed by the sight of the white of her teeth digging into the red flesh of her plump lower lip. Then…
She starts to shed her layers.
Gone is my hoodie.
Her slim arms cross over her stomach. Slowly, inch by inch, her tank top starts to rise above her toned abdominals, over the swells of her breasts pushing against the material of her sports bra with each rapidly accelerating inhalation.
Her elbows point toward the ceiling, and in one fluid movement she peels it over her head, the fabric falling to the floor like a leaf from a tree. Eyes, now brimming with confidence, lock on mine again the instant she’s clear of the garment.
Me? I remain rooted to the spot, my dick hardening, tenting the front of my joggers.
This woman, whose head doesn’t even reach my shoulders, commands me.
There’s a rrrrip when her foot skitters over the back of her sneakers as she toes them off, kicking them to the side.
Less than three feet separate us, but it feels like miles as I wait for her to close the distance. I don’t blink, not willing to miss a step. My lungs scream from holding my breath in anticipation of her next move.
She doesn’t disappoint…
One of her tiny hands—the same one with my ring winking at me—presses between my pectoral muscles. The gentle flex of her fingers is like the hardest shove, and I fall into the wingback chair behind me.
The hesitancy from earlier is gone, replaced by a satisfied smirk that has my balls tingling.
Hands braced on the arms of the chair, her mouth presses to mine, my tongue parting her lips to tangle with hers. I’m rock hard in an instant.
“Baby…”
She kisses across my jaw, the scrape of her teeth audible along my stubble. Warm suction envelops my earlobe and pre-come leaks onto my boxer briefs.
Her pulling away has me emitting a groan of frustration, though it’s quickly replaced by one of pleasure when her hand snakes underneath the hem of my shirt and hoodie, her fingertips skimming along the grooves of my abs, the muscles twitching in the wake of her touch.
Her torso pushes my knees apart as she bends and lowers herself between my now spread legs.
Fuck me she’s a vision kneeling before me.
Her lashes fall to her cheeks as she focuses on slipping beneath the waistband of my joggers and briefs, tugging them down only enough for my dick to pop out like a motherfucking goalpost.
Down, down, down her hands continue to travel until they curve around my knees, anchoring us together as her eyes take in my cock from root to tip. She accuses me of being the possessive one, but this? The intensity in the way she studies every inch of me? It’s like a goddamn tangible caress of ownership. It’s so fucking hot it almost has me coming on the spot.
Her palms spread on top of my thighs, the heels of her hands digging into the tight muscles. Her lips part, warm breath puffing across my sensitive head, sending shivers skittering up my spine.
She continues her upward trajectory, slipping back under the hem of my shirts and shoving them as high as her arms can reach. With each inch they rise, Kay’s head lowers until, without warning, she takes my cock in her mouth.
“Fuck, babe…” I push through gritted teeth at the feel of her throat contracting around me. “Don’t you have a gag reflex?”
My life before Kay entered it was filled with more blowjobs than I could probably count, but this? This is head unlike any other.
It’s been only seconds, but already my balls draw up tight, readying for release.
“Skit—” Doesn’t she need to breathe? I think as she maintains her position for one last swallow, the walls of her throat constricting around my length and making the edges of my vision blurry.
Finally, finally, she starts to move.
Up and down her head bobs. Her cheeks hollow with suction, lips flaring out with each drag back up my length, tongue tracing every vein and ridge. There is nothing teasing in the way she works me over; she’s pure intent.
“Babe…fuck.” My hands spear into her hair, the tie holding her curls snapping as I fist the strands tightly. I worry I’m being too rough, but her hum of approval tells me it’s for naught.
Her hands search for purchase on my eight-pack, pushing down for stability as my hips drive upward. Cum boils deep in my balls and I warn, “I’m gonna come.”
Instead of heeding the warning, Kay redoubles her efforts, pushing in closer, deep-throating my dick until the soft petals of her lips make contact with the skin at the base. She swallows—I explode. Ropes of cum shoot from my dick and coat the back of her throat.
She doesn’t release me until she has taken every last drop I have to give. Only then does she settle back, her ass resting on her heels and one hell of a self-satisfied expression on her gorgeous face.
“Damn, baby.” I’m pretty sure the top of my head is somewhere across the room.
I’m not sure how long we sit here—me with my heart pounding against my ribcage, breaths sawing in and out of my lungs, and her with lips swollen, pink flush covering her from face to chest—before I move. First I toss my hat to the ground, and I quickly follow it with my sweatshirt and Henley. Tucking myself back into my joggers, I shift forward, hooking my hands under Kay’s armpits, and reverse our positions.
Her skin is hot to the touch as I skim along the dip in her waist up to her sports bra, my gaze automatically falling to the pink tips topping her now freed and bouncing breasts. I rid myself of the distraction with a shake of my head, divesting her of her leggings and draping her legs over the armrests. Perfection. That’s what she is. Completely naked, spread out like
