“Yeah, I know. I’m good at a lot of things, Maize.”
“Confident, I like that,” she says, her voice a low whisper that wraps around me and tugs at my balls.
“Hey, when you know, you know. You’re good at a lot of things too,” I say, wanting to soothe her concerns. She might not have much experience, but the experience we’re going to have together is forever going to rock my world. Of that I have no doubt.
“Yeah,” she murmurs her gaze lifting, a hopeful look on her face as I cup her breasts, admire the hell out of her fullness.
“Yeah, you’re really good at making me hard, sweetness.” I take her hand, and put it on my aching cock, and she smiles, liking the effect she has on me as she strokes me from base to crown. Fast fucking learner. Before she brings me to premature orgasm, I take a rejuvenating breath and with every ounce of effort I possess, I force myself to step back. Her hand falls, right along with her smile.
“I want—”
“Maize,” I growl, cutting her off. “If you keep touching me like that and I’m going to lose it, and no shit like that ever happens to me.”
She gives me a bashful look, but she likes it. She likes what she does to me, and I like her knowing. I take one long moment to admire her curves and beauty, and she stands there unabashed, letting me. I like that too. My head lifts, and the second I meet dark eyes full of need, I gesture with a nod to a spot on the mattress behind her.
“On the bed, legs spread wide open. Show me your pussy. Right. Fucking. Now.”
She gulps and I love the way my dirty talk revs her up. She settles on the bed, and ever so slowly—is the innocent Maize teasing me?—she parts her long, lovely legs. I’d like to say I’m a patient guy, and usually I am, but this is Maize, who’s been giving me blue balls, and my patience has pretty much reached its limit.
“So fucking sexy,” I mutter and go to my knees on the bed. I put my hands on her knees and with little finesse and much greed, push them wide open and the breath that leaves her lungs washes over me in a whoosh. I slide my hands under her arms and reposition her. I lightly run my eager fingers up her quivering inner thighs, and pre-come drips from my aching cock. Fuck, when she stuck her tongue out and tasted me, I thought my head was going to explode—both of them.
“This hot little pussy needs so much attention, doesn’t it, Maize?” Is that my voice?
“Yes,” she whimpers and writhes beneath me, the last of her inhibitions disappearing, making way for need, and honesty.
“It’s gone without touch for too long, huh?”
“Too long,” she agrees as I stroke her, circling her engorged clit as it beckons my ravenous mouth. “Please, Christian.”
It’s insane how much I like to hear her beg, hear my name on her tongue.
“I’m not going to make you wait any longer, sweetness.” I drop down, slide my hands under her ass and lift her pussy to my mouth. I bury my face in her folds, and moan as her flavor explodes on my tongue. As I eat at her, I know in an instant she’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.
I want more.
I slide my tongue around her wet silkiness, soaking my nose, my cheeks and chin. God, I could stay here devouring her all day, and never get my fill. It’s a bit disconcerting if I really think about it, which I’m not going to. No, I have more important things to think about—like her climax.
Her hips move instinctively, her pussy banging against my face, desperate for more—for everything, and I plan to give her everything. “So damn needy,” I whisper, and slide one finger inside her as I take her clit gently between my teeth. Her muscles clench my finger tightly and my cock pulses, wanting to trade places. I take deep breaths to calm myself down as I work her clit, nibbling, sucking, biting gently until she’s gripping my head and pulling my hair—going wild. I fucking love it. I take a quick glance up. Maize unleashed. That’s the sexiest thing on the face of the earth.
“Yeah, just like that, babe. Show me how you like to be fucked.”
She bucks harder, my words fraying something in her, and her moans of pleasure grow louder. Downstairs a door opens and closes, and I pray to fuck no one comes knocking on my door. If anyone interrupts this, upsets Maize, they’re going to get a good pummeling from me.
I inch my finger in and out, and her hips lift. She’s so hot and tight, she doesn’t need a second finger, but I push one in anyway, wanting to prepare her for my cock. I glance up at her, and her head is rolling from side to side. My chest squeezes, my throat going tight at the pleasure on her face.
“You like this, sweetness?”
“Yes,” she cries out.
“Your poor pussy. So desperate for pleasure.”
She goes up on her elbows, and I angle my head so she can watch me lick her. “Good, so goooodddd,” she cries out, and I pick up the pace, change the rhythm as her muscles slowly start to spasm. I suck her clit back into my mouth, lave it with my tongue as I fuck her with my fingers, and she lets loose a small cry, her breath stalling as her body lets go, her muscles clenching so hard around my fingers I can feel it all the way to my dick.
“Jesus, fuck,” I murmur and stay between her legs, to lap up her sweetness. She falls back onto the bed and goes completely still. As soon as her pussy stops spasming, I slide up her body, and cup her face.
