Page 24 of Pike
“Be sure,” I growled as my lips left hers, tasting her jaw and down the column of her throat. She was a delicate woman, petite with curves that brought to mind sinning. Her collarbonetasted like strawberries and that little flutter of a pulse under my tongue had a straight line to my cock.
“I am,” she whisper-moaned. “I’m sure.”
My cock pulsed, happy with her answer.At least one of us was.I wanted to slide my cock deep and pound into her, but I needed to be sure first. The last fucking thing I needed in my life was more regrets. It wasn’t just what she said but how she said it.That can’t be the last time. Make a new memory.I knew what she was saying or at least I thought I knew, but that meant treading lightly, which wasn’t my fucking specialty. “Lay back.”
Chloe went still and then pulled back to look at me for a long second, studying me before she climbed off my lap and lay back on the bed, legs straight down the bed. “Like this?”
“Yeah,” I laughed. “But more comfortable.” Something uneasy flickered in her eyes and I felt like an asshole. This was new to her, this power she had, this control, and I needed to go slowly even if it fucking killed me.
She started to squirm on the bed. “Okay. More comfortable.” Her smile was pretty and grew more confident with each passing second.
I watched her, looking lovely in nothing but a pair of pink panties and a faded t-shirt that showed me just how hard her nipples were.Mine.Miles of pale, creamy legs were on display, squeezed tight to soothe the ache between her thighs. “Take off your panties.”
She gasped and sat up on her elbows, her gaze searching mine. Her gaze flickered with something unidentifiable before confidence settled in and made her brave. I watched as she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and slowlyslid them down her ass and thighs before she tossed them at my chest. “Panties off.”
Blood surged through my cock at that unexpectedly sexy move. “Good girl.”
She shivered at my praise. “T-shirt?”
I shook my head. “Leave it on. For now.”
Heat, white hot, flashed in her eyes as she nodded. “Yeah, okay. On.”
“For now.” I stood watching her chest heave and her pulse race for a long moment before I removed my t-shirt, enjoying the way her gaze slicked over every inch of me. “Fuck,” I growled when her tongue slipped out and slid across her bottom lip.
“Wow,” she whispered, a slight curl to her lips. Her eyes widened when my jeans hit the floor, making my cock twitch. “Wow.”
“You said that already.” My voice was low and deep as one knee sank onto the bed and then the other. I knelt over her and crawled up her body, dotting kisses here and there until I got another of those fucking moans my cock seemed to love so much.
“It’s worth repeating,” she managed between breathless gasps. She was so turned on it was like a living, breathing thing in the room with us. “I want you,” she stammered out. “I want you and I want this, but I’m not very good at this.”
“Bullshit.” My palms crawled up over her hips and up her waist until I settled on her beautiful tits. “Someone made you believe that, but I’ve tasted your lips and felt the way you rode my cock. It was pure passion. Pure fucking passion.”
She shook her head, unwilling to believe my words.
“That’s okay. I’ll show you.” I settled between her thighs and focused on her tits. Her nipples were so hard they had to ache, and I wanted nothing more than getting that soft flesh between my lips and on my tongue, but first I needed to show her. I took her t-shirt covered nipple between my lips and sucked hard, the barrier of the fabric only enhanced the friction.
“Oh!” Her chest pushed forward, offering up more of herself to me. She moaned, her hands hesitantly gripping my hair as she silently begged for more. “Yes!”
I moved to the other, enjoying the wild, unrestrained sounds of pleasure that fell from her lips. I sucked hard and then soft, teasing the wet fabric against her sensitive flesh.
“Please.” She froze and pushed up to look at me, fear in her eyes.
“It’s okay. I want you to tell me if you like something or if you don’t like it. And I really, really want to hear the sounds you make when you like it.”
“Yeah?”
I nodded. “Fuck, yeah.”
She nodded too. “Yeah. Okay. Can I take off this t-shirt now?”
“Go ahead.” While she busied herself with the t-shirt, I settled properly between her thighs, hungry for the plump pink pussy one lick away.
She tossed the shirt aside and fell against the bed, one hand went instinctively to my hair as my lips found her. “Oh that is… yes!”
I licked and lapped at her clit, teasing her slowly as she began to unravel. One finger and then two slipped into the drenched opening of her pussy and she gasped, pushing her hips forward. Finally I wrapped my lips around her clit and sucked. Hard.
“Oh god, yes!” Her back bowed and her fingers tightened in my hair as she came hard. Her body shook and trembled, eyes wide with wonder and delight. “Holy shit,” she whispered to herself.
