Page 24 of Bounty
She sat on the edge and scooted back, resting against the pillows. Her sun-kissed skin contrasted against the white sheets and her hair cascaded around her shoulders. She was a vision. The moonlight streamed through the window, casting an ethereal glow over her. My cock twitched, a bead of precum escaping.
I joined her on the bed and stretched out behind her. Skimming my lips over her sweet-smelling skin, I moved my hands to her bra and unhooked it with practiced ease. I tossed it aside, leaving her perfect tits bare. My thumb brushed over one of her nipples. She gasped at that small touch. I urged her into the crook of my arms. Her perfect tits bared to my hungry gaze made my mouth water.
Not giving her a chance to dwell on her unclothed body, I brushed my thumb over one of her nipples and her back arched.
“So sensitive,” I murmured, trailing my lips down her neck. “I’m going to savor every part of you, Effie.”
To prove my point, I wrapped my lips around one of her taut nipples, suckling the pink bud, encouraged by her moans.I swirled my tongue around her tit, while my finger teased the other, rolling and pinching the nipple gently. When I switched my mouth to lavish her other breast with the same attention, I slid my hand to her thong, brushing against the damp fabric covering her slit.
“Sopping for me already,” I growled, dark with need. “How long have you been thinking about my cock in you, baby?”
“Every night,” she admitted, barely above a whisper. Short, shallow gasps escaped her.
I smirked and tore away the scrap of material covering her pussy. She was so fucking wet. A grunt of approval, a deep sound of satisfaction, escaped me. I teased her clit with slow, deliberate circles, and a low hum vibrated in her throat, a sound both pleasing and anticipatory. I slid two fingers inside her slick passage. With a gasp, she moved her hips against my hand, and her fingers tightened on my shoulders.
“You like that?” I whispered, pressing a kiss to her sternum.
“Yes,” she breathed, her body trembling. “Don’t stop.”
“Don’t plan on it.”
I curled my fingers upwards, seeking the special spot that’d make her see stars. The tension in her body, the clenching of her cunt, and the quiet expletive she uttered confirmed that I had located it.
“Oh my gosh,” she whimpered, grinding against my hand. “I need…I want…fuck!”
At the addition of my third finger, she lost her train of thought, but fingering alone wasn’t enough for her greedy pussy.
“Tell me what you want, Effie,” I demanded.
“You,” she breathed. “I want you.”
My ego and dick swelled in unison. I trailed kisses down her stomach and withdrew my fingers. When I reached her lower belly, Effie’s legs parted willingly. I settled between them,admiring the pink, swollen lips of her pussy, the wetness seeping out evidence of her desire. I blew gently, teasing her tender flesh. She shivered and I chuckled. My head spun at her feminine scent, so sweet and delicate. Leaning forward, I softly kissed her inner thigh. My stubble brushed against her sensitive skin as I worked my way upward. At the apex of her thighs, I plunged my tongue into her core.
“Fuck!” she gasped, thrashing against my face, her fists clenching the sheets.
The heady flavor of her slick heat hit my taste buds. Groaning, I gripped her hips to settle her and savor her sweet nectar. I used my fingers to spread her pussy lips, exposing her even more to my lapping tongue and allowing me to explore every crevice of her pussy. I switched focus to her clit, swirling the tip of my tongue around it before sucking it between my lips.
“Oh god, yes!” she cried, her slim fingers twisting in my hair, her moans filling the room.
I kept my gaze trained on her face, admiring her blissful expression and heaving tits. Her eyes were closed as she writhed against my mouth, seeking more friction. She trembled and her body tensed. I knew she would soon come.
“I’m close… so close,” she panted, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps.“Don’t stop, Slice, please!”
Well, who was I to deny such an impassioned plea?
Plunging two fingers into her wetness, I thrusted them in rhythm with my tongue. Effie’s toned thighs clamped around my head, trapping me against her heat. With a final cry, she came hard, her juices flooding my mouth as her body trembled. I moaned at the burst of flavor, and I continued to lap at her, helping her ride out her orgasm until she went limp.
On the verge of coming before I sank into her pussy, I couldn’t wait another moment. While she was still catching her breath, I pushed her knees to her chest and plunged inside ofher. Our voices joined in a single cry, my sudden intensity of emotion making my chest ache and threatening to overwhelm me.
“Fuck, Slice.”
Ignoring the sting of her nails digging into my shoulders, I held her legs in place and filled her to the brim. When I bottomed out, I took a moment to adjust to the bone deep pleasure of finally having her in my arms. Soft and vulnerable around me, she gave herself freely, not hiding or holding back. I almost came then and there. I was no one pump chump, but Effie challenged my near-perfect record.
Tenderly, I scrubbed strands of damp hair off her flushed face and brushed my lips over hers.
“You feel so good,” I groaned. Gripping her hips, I began moving slowly. “So fucking tight.”
Controlling my burning desire allowed me to set a steady pace. Each deliberate thrust was designed to drive her wild. Her moans mingled with mine. Her pussy clenched around me and my eyes almost fucking crossed. My cock dragged along her walls and she responded to each small movement, our bodies attuned.
