“I want to come while my cock is buried deep inside of your body. I want to come when you do, so I can feel your pussy tightening around me. You looked so incredible when you came last night. All I’ve thought about since then is making you do it again and again.”
“Holy fuck,” I sigh. Those are the only words I can manage. I’ve been rendered speechless.
He grips my ankles and pulls my down the bed. The slick fabric of my dress makes it very easy to take me from the center of the bed to the very edge.
He then drops to his knees in front of me and pushes the material of my dress up to my waist.
“I want to watch you,” I announce and return to my propped-up position on my elbows, looking down at him.
“Watch everything I do, baby,” he tells me, then slides his hands up my thighs and back down, trailing kisses from my knee and up, teasing every inch of skin except the one area begging for his attention.
The brush of his facial hair against the sensitive, tender skin of my thighs sets me on fire.
I try to bring my feet up to sit on the bed so I can widen my thighs more but my feet keep slipping off the bed frame.
“Take off my shoes?”
“Absolutely not,” he replies, as he lifts my legs up and hooks my knees over his shoulders. “Do you see these shoes? They are hot as fuck, and they are staying on your feet the rest of the night. I want them seared into my memory and dug into my skin.”
“Fair enough,” I say with a grin, which quickly morphs into a bite of my lip because he traces his thumbs along either side of my slit. Even through the lace of my panties it feels incredible.
“You’re soaked. I can see it already.”
“I have you to blame for that. I’ve wanted this since you left the room last night.”
With a hook of his finger under the fabric, he pulls my panties to the side and exposes my plumped and aching pussy to the cool air. I feel goosebumps erupt from every pore in my skin.
He takes his time with me, teasing at first with a gentle blow or a soft kiss to my mound covered by neatly trimmed curls, then a barely-there flick of his tongue on my clit which sends my back arching outward.
“You’re so responsive. Every touch, every taste, everything I do to you gets a reaction. I fucking love it,” he tells me, before he begins to feast.
His entire mouth covers me, and his hands grip the backs of my thighs, holding me completely still while his tongue explores. He builds me up, takes me to the very edge then brings me back... over and over until I’m literally writhing.
Sweat is beading my brow when I look down to see him suck my clit between his lips and pull it out, just to release it with a pop. His eyes meet mine as he guides his thumb over to press against my opening, just a bit before pushing it inside at the same time he gives my clit two more hard flicks, and that is my undoing.
I don’t even get to announce I’m coming because it shatters over me faster than I can react. I collapse onto my back and slide my hands into my hair as he continues to move his tongue and fingers through wave after wave of pleasure until my thighs are shaking around his head. Only when my body goes limp and soft does he move from his position on the floor back to his feet.
My lips are dry from the many deep breaths I’ve been taking so my tongue darts out to lick them, “Wow,” my voice is breathy and quiet.
“Don’t get too comfortable,” he says. “We are just getting started.”
With that, he pulls me from the bed and back up to my feet before telling me to turn around, and with my back to him, he pulls the zipper at the small of my back down. I can feel the dress loosening around my waist and then he pushes the straps from my shoulders, letting it fall into an emerald pile at my feet.
I’m not wearing a bra today, which he seems to approve of because as soon as my dress is gone, his arms snake around me and my breasts are in his hands. His large, hard body is firm against my back and I drop my head to his shoulder, relishing in the sensation as he twists, tugs, and pinches my nipples. Each movement sends a lightning bolt from there all the way to my clit.
His touch moves over my body, exploring every curve, appreciating each inch of me as he bends down slightly to push my panties to the ground, nipping at my left ass cheek, causing me to squeal.
“Ouch!” I giggle.
“You liked it.” He rises back up to his feet then spins me around.
“I did.”
I hook my fingers into the waistband of his pants and push them, along with his boxer briefs, down to the floor.
“Tell me what you want, Sawyer,” he growls with his hand on the back of my neck. “I want to hear it on your lips again.”
I place a gentle kiss to his bottom lip. It’s so soft and so tender that I nearly melt right here and I whisper, “You.”
My feet leave the ground instantly.
He has his arm banded around my waist and guides me back down onto the bed, only this time he comes with me.
With my thighs open to give him room, he nestles in between them and covers my body with his.
We don’t bother to get under the blankets, so the cold breeze from the air-conditioning is blowing on our heated skin and it adds another layer of sensation to an already deliciously overwhelming scenario.
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