Page 36 of Big Boss
It’s the kind of thing that seems like a good idea, but then it creates issues later. For example, when I find one of the little buttons a few days later underneath a pillow, and I get nostalgic for good times past.
And let’s face it. Erica probably isn’t the clothes ripping type. Although I am definitely the clothes ripping type, and she’s driving me crazy.
Finally,finallyher shirt parts, revealing a plain, light pink bra and two delectable mounds of Erica’s tender flesh.
I lean down and brush a line of kisses along her clavicle until I sink my teeth into the pale skin just above her bra cup.
“Show me,” I murmur against her. “Show me all of your soft, tender skin so I can taste it.”
She breathes in sharply then reaches down and lifts her breasts out of her bra. Her breasts are small, the nipples sharp and light pink. I want to lick them, suck on them until she’s writhing, but this is our first time together, and I know I shouldn’t rush.
The woman in front of me is an experience worth savoring. I want to remember every minute of giving her pleasure. Starting with this one.
“I’m going to kiss you, okay?” My voice is hushed, raspy in the heavy air of my bedroom.
She nods.
I start with her mouth, caressing her kiss-swollen lips with my mouth and teeth until she makes a sweet moaning noise.
“Such a good girl. I can’t wait to hear what noises you make for me when I’m making you come on my cock.”
Her mouth opens on a gasp, and I slide my fingers inside her mouth, stroking her tongue and feeling the heat of her body with my hand. Her eyes are wide as I fuck her mouth with two fingers, the way I’m dying to fuck her mouth all the way to the back of her throat with my swollen, aching cock.
“That’s such a good girl. You’re my filthy girl, aren’t you? You going to suck my dick that way too?”
She moans around my fingers, and I slide my hand down to stroke her pussy. She’s soaked, already making a wet lake of arousal on my bedsheets. Just the way I want her.
I love seeing Erica adrift in pleasure, reaching for the next peak that I am yearning to give her. And the way she shudders as I slide my fingers along her entrance makes me burn to be inside her. She’s so responsive that it feels like she’s been waiting all this time for me to touch her and watch her body explode.
Her eyes are so wide when I tease her clit, rubbing her own moisture around the source of her pleasure.
“Donovan,” she whispers, then reaches down to grip my wrist. “It’s too much.”
I laugh, low and filthy, and stroke her faster. “We’re barely getting started, so if you think you’re done, then you need to think again.”
I lower my face to her heated skin then, licking and sucking and biting my way down the front of her body until I reach her pussy.
“I want to go down on you.” I sit up long enough to meet her gaze. “Is that okay with you?”
She clenches her thighs together, but I pull her legs apart with my hands. “I’ve never—” She pauses, a blush coloring her skin from her chest through her beautiful face.
I lean toward her and kiss her gently. “You’ve never been with a good partner then. Let me be the one, Erica.”
She licks her lips and then nods. “But are you sure you want to?”
I press my body against hers, my weight atop her flesh, then murmur in her ear, “Can’t you feel how much I want you? Can’t you tell that I’m dying to taste you?”
She nods, and I retrace my path along her body, leaving her sighing and squirming underneath my mouth. And this time, when I reach her center, I stroke her with my tongue in a long, slow movement.
She makes a noise of pleasure, and grips my hair with her hands. Her hips rise, and I sink into my favorite part of sex.
I love making a woman come with my mouth. It’s a point of pride to me to find out how to make her orgasm, and then make it happen again and again. I’m innovative and damn near ambidextrous, and I’m relentless enough that I have a one hundred percent success rate with oral sex.
Honestly, it’s not like I had a choice. I’m famous because of a song about cunnilingus. It would be terrible for my already messy reputation if I weren’t in fact incredible at this particular sex act.
But the way that Erica cries out when I slide a finger into her warmth makes all of my thoughts shut down. All I can do is focus on her body—and making her scream out in pleasure again. She’s beyond tight, and so aroused that her hips are rocking against me just from this simple touch.
When I lick her clit, she detonates immediately, pulsing around my hand and calling out wordlessly. I don’t even wait for her to come down from this orgasm but instead slide a second finger inside her and stroke her in rhythm with the tempo of my mouth.
