I want to consume her, to slam my cock into her and claim her pussy right now. But I know this time, she won’t forget and I want her to remember something worthwhile. I want to make her come over and over again, to make her body sing. I want her screaming my name as her body goes wild beneath my touch. I want her to remember me as a lover who made her feel good.
I run my tongue lower, moving it down along her chest. She arches her back into my touch and I put my free hand beneath her, unhooking her bra. I release her wrists long enough to pull it off her and throw it to one side, and then I pin her arms in place again. I kiss her mouth, a frantic, desperate kiss that she returns with as much desire as I feel for her.
I move my tongue down her neck and chest again. I release her hands as I move lower, sucking one of her nipples into my mouth.
She moans loudly and pushes her hands into my hair, holding me in place on her breast.
I move my tongue back and forth against her rock hard nipple, feeling it press down at my touch and then spring back up again, filling my mouth with the essence of her.
Sierra writhes beneath me, moaning, eager for more.
My cock is so hard it’s almost uncomfortable and I can feel the heat coming off her pussy, washing over my cock in waves that makes me wild. I can’t wait any longer. I have to taste her pussy, taste her lust. I move my tongue down over her stomach, my hands staying on her breasts. I knead her breasts, feeling her hard nipples against my palms.
I watch as her skin puckers where my tongue runs over it. I reach her pussy and grab her panties in my teeth. I pull my head back hard, tearing them away from her body and exposing her glistening mound.
I look at her pussy for a moment, appreciating the fact that I have done this to her. I have made her dripping wet and undone her completely. But she has undone me as much as I’ve undone her. I feel unrestricted, like nothing matters but this woman and her pleasure.
I lean my head down, my tongue finding her dripping wet clit. I taste Sierra’s juices, musky and salty sweet. I moan against her clit and she bucks her hips against my tongue as I work her clit. I move my hands from her breasts, running them down her body and settling them on her hips. I hold her hips in place as I work her. She moans loudly, sending waves of desire through me. She lifts her leg, wrapping it around my shoulders, pushing my face deeper into her warm folds.
I go to town on her clit, licking back and forth, side to side, nibbling on it and sending her wild. I can feel it pulsing against my tongue, can smell the lust running from her pussy as I send her over the edge.
She screams my name, her body tensing up. Her leg presses so tightly against my neck that for a moment, my face is mashed against her and I can’t breathe.
I don’t care. I don’t need oxygen, I need Sierra. This much is blatantly clear to me now.
She moves her hips, rubbing her pulsing clit across my face and her leg relaxes. I pull back a little, gasping in a breath and then I continue my assault on Sierra’s clit. Her hands reach down and grab two fistfuls of my hair, pulling on it as she screams my name again. The stinging sensation in my scalp seems to go straight to my cock and I know I can’t hold back much longer.
I move my tongue through Sierra’s lips, pushing it inside of her pussy. Her pussy clenches around it, and she moans loudly.
“Oh my God, Chance,” she breathes as her pussy clenches again.
I press against her clit with my fingers as I move my tongue in and out of her, lapping it around the edges of her pussy. She comes again, washing my face in her juices and I eagerly lap them up, drinking her in.
I come up onto my knees and look down at her face contorted in agonizing ecstasy as her orgasm rips through her. Her skin is flushed, a sheen of sweat standing out on her body. She has never looked so good as she does now. She is mine and I intend to take her right now.
I push my boxer shorts down and wriggle out of them as Sierra’s eyes open and her face relaxes. She gives me a sated smile, her eyes looking glassy. I lean forward and mash my mouth against hers. She responds to my kiss, her hands all over my body as her tongue wraps itself around mine. I know she is tasting her own pleasure, and the taste seems to spur her on.
She pushes a hand between us, grabbing my cock and rubbing it expertly.
If she keeps doing that, I’m going to come too quickly and I grab her wrist and pull her hand away from me.
Her eyes fly open, looking panicked at first but then she smiles when she sees the way I’m looking at her.
I lift myself up from her and grab my cock, lining it up with Sierra’s pussy. I can feel how wet she is; how much she wants this. I tease her, rubbing my cock around the edge of her pussy.
“Chance, please,” she gasps, her eyes on mine.
“Please what?” I grin, enjoying the moment, enjoying how much she wants me.
“Fuck me,” she says.
Her words flash through my mind like a
