I lean forward, my tongue fondling her tits with avarice. I want these in my mouth every fucking day. Needing more, I pull her pretty little nipple between my lips and suck on it like I’m trying to draw milk.
She moans and her hand snakes in my hair.
Dammit.
It’s been a long time. Too long. In the past few years, adulting and tragedy have done a damn good job at fucking with my desire for pussy.
My hand slides down her stomach and slips between her pussy lips, encountering her slick wetness.
She’s so fucking ready for me.
I pull my fingers out of her pussy, and let her breast drop from my mouth.
“I think I’ve made my point.”
She lets out a grunt of discontentment. “Message received, but you didn’t have to stop.”
“You want more?” I run my hands up her shapely calves and circle her knees, before gripping her bare thighs and parting them further.
Her breath hitches.
“You make big promises, but how’s that going to happen ifyou’re unwilling to drop your boxer shorts. Not to mention, you pulled your fingers away just as it was getting good.”
Tease.
I yank her body to the edge of the counter, startling a cry from her lips.
“Let’s get one thing straight, Lily,Icontrol this dance. You’ll get my cock when I’m ready to give it to you.”
She stares up at me with wide eyes.
“My cock is eager to be buried so deep inside you, but my tongue has first dibs.”
I don’t give her a chance to respond.
I drop to my knees, push open her legs further, and pull her pussy lips apart. Her heady scent hits me full force.
So fucking enticing.
I dip my head between her legs, poke my tongue out, and dip it inside her, keeping her legs wide withmy hands.
My cock thumps in my boxer briefs when I take a long lick of her pussy.
Lily’s soft sighs and moans are my reward.
My tongue skates around her clit, teasing her, careful to avoid skating where she needs it most. My cock is jealous, eager to plunge into her warmth, but not until I hear her scream out my name again.
Because I’m an asshole, I flick her clit with my tongue. Just once. I want to get her riled up.
She stares down at me.
I stare right back.
She scoots even further to the edge of the counter. “More.”
“Do you deserve to lose your fucking mind all over my tongue?”
Her teeth work her lower lip.