Page 73 of Vince
I bring my lips to her rib cage, and she smells like my body soap—but also like her.
I lick, suck, and nip my way up her chest.
I palm her breasts, but Sydney pushes my hand away to rid herself of her bra.
Sydney on full display is a sight to be seen.
Her breasts are round and full and fall naturally apart. Her areolas match her lips perfectly, and freckles lightly scatter across her body, making intricate designs, making me want to run my tongue from spot to spot and explore each and every inch of her.
I run my teeth along her hip bone, and she bucks up in appreciation.
My hands roam to her hips, and her black leggings leave little to the imagination. My need to please her outweighs my own. One hand splays across her ass to pull her closer as the other finds her center, and I apply pressure at her clit.
As she writhes beneath me, a soft moan escapes. “More… Vince. I need more.” She wiggles her ass as she pushes at her leggings.
Wanting to give her my full attention, I drag her leggings over her hips, and I’m greeted with the most delicious sight. “Holy shit! You haven’t been wearing underwear?”
“I forgot clean ones.” She shrugs as if that explains everything.
But she hasn’t been wearing underwear.
Why the fuck that’s such a turn-on is beyond me. But hell if I can think straight now.
She hasn’t been wearing underwear.
“Uh… Earth to Vince…” She waves a hand in front of my face.
Shit. Did she say something and I missed it?
“You’re not wearing underwear.”
And the award goes to Captain Obvious.
“Uh… I’m wearing a lot less than that.” She smirks. “Are you gonna just stare at me, or are you gonna do something about it?”
“Oh, fuck yeah… I’m gonna do something about it.” I practically growl as I kiss the ever-loving fuck out of her. My hands roam as I deepen the kiss. When my fingertips stroke up her center and find purchase with her clit, she rewards me greatly with a moan.
Wanting to keep from making a fool of myself, I focus at making this the best experience possible for her. As I work her core, I kiss my way down her body, giving ample time to each breast before kissing down her rib cage to where I know she wants me most.
Her pants and moans have her practically speaking in tongues by the time I bring my mouth to suck at her clit. I insert a second finger to her core, and I pump them in and out, finding a rhythm to suit her needs. Her hands fist my hair, pressing me harder on her clit when I scissor my fingers as I continue my pattern.
It doesn’t take long before her body stiffens, and her screams cry out. God, Sydney’s gorgeous when she loses her battle against an impending orgasm. Her body writhes as she pants and moans undecipherable words.
When she releases my hair and relaxes into the mattress, I look up to be greeted with a glorious grin. She’s completely sated, and I won’t deny my chest puffs out a bit to know I put that look on her face.
“Come here” She gestures.
Of course, I comply—because I’d be a fool not to.
“Give me a sec to recover, and then I’m gonna rock your world.”
Oh, she already has. But I continue with our playful banter from before. “Oh, you think so…”
Then reality hits. I don’t actually have any condoms. What am I supposed to do now?
“What’s wrong?”
And apparently, she can read me like a book.
