Page 73 of Who's Saving You
“Just the dirty words.” With a smug grin, I pull at her pajama pants, tugging them down her legs. It’s not sexy or sweet the way we grasp at each other, yanking clothes off and squirming around on the countertop, but it’s just what's needed right now. There’s so much need that there isn’t time to think of anything else.
She wraps her palm around my cock, and my moan is audible and loud. I pull her panties to the side and slip a finger inside her. She’s wet and warm, andfuck, I’m not going to last.
I step back reluctantly, but I need to slow this down for one minute. “Nik,” she pants, “I need you now.”
“I need to get a condom.”
She pauses for one second, and I pray to god she isn’t rethinking this. But then she nods, giving me permission. I dash to the bathroom, grab one from the drawer, and come back to find her still on the counter, only completely naked now. My steps falter as I see her waiting for me. I rip the foil and roll on the condom with fumbling fingers.
“Right here?” I ask.
She grins and moves to the edge of the counter island before leaning back on her hands behind her. “I want you to remember how desperate you were for me that you couldn't make it past the kitchen.”
I chuckle and stroke myself as I step between her legs, smoothing my hands up her thighs. “Mhm. I am desperate, so this is just the starting point.” She bites her lip as I trail my hands over her belly and up her ribs before cupping her breasts and rubbing my thumbs over her nipples. She shivers, gasping at my touch.“Tha se gamíso edó stin kouzínamou epeidí to théleis. Metá tha se páo sto kreváti mou epeidí to thélo egó.”
Her eyes roll as I speak, and she cries out, “Oh my god. What did you say?”
“I’m gonna fuck you right here in my kitchen becauseyouwant it. Then I’m taking you to my bed becauseIwant it.”
I line myself up and sink into her, her pussy clenching me tight on the first stroke. Her back arches, and she rolls her hips, sucking me in deeper. I palm her ass, pulling her in tight to me, and she wraps her arms around my neck. “It’s even better than the last time.”
She breathes heavily, and our bodies match the rhythm I begin for us. “Been dreaming about me, huh?”
“Since your first snarky comment. I said to myself, ‘This girl needs a good dick to make her happy.’”
She snickers in my ear, tucking her head into my neck. “Just do what I know you can do and stop talking about it.”
“But you love it when I talk about it.” I lean back, giving her long, deep strokes before licking my thumb and pressing it to her clit. “Anything you want.” I step back and pull out; the loss is instant. When she begins to protest, I push her to her back on my island counter. “You should see yourself. Perfect tits and a wet pussy just waiting for me.”
“Nik–”
Her words turn to cries as I latch onto her pussy, spearing her with my tongue. She writhes on the counter, rolling her body in response to every sweep of my tongue. I grab hold of her waist, steadying her, and suck on her clit. She grips my hair, holding me in place, and I hum against her pussy.
“Oh, Nik.” Herhips swirl.
I flick at her clit again and say, “Ride my face, baby. Don’t be shy.”
Her groan is so wanton it makes me even harder for her. She rolls her hips again and again, and I suck and swirl my tongue over her before placing my hand on her belly, holding her in place while I nibble at her clit.
“Oh, fuck.” Her body freezes, and she lets me play, eating and biting at her. I reach for her tit with my other hand, plucking at her nipple.
“Let it go, Noelle. I know you’re close. Give it to me, soak my face.”
Her eyes roll, and I can’t help but smile as I dive back into her pussy. I work her to the edge quickly, and she breaks. Her body shudders, and she cries out, her moans carrying around my condo. I don’t give her time to relish in this orgasm; I just snatch her from the counter, holding her bridal style to my bedroom. She lies limp in my arms, and I chuckle.
“You enjoy making me work for it.”
“I can’t give in right off the bat,” she says.
I toss her to my bed and follow right behind, climbing over her and tapping my cock on her clit. She throws her hands over her head, cheeks flushed, a smile on her face. “Sure, you can. Just admit the football player you never wanted to like is the only one who can fuck you into submission.”
“I’ve never had someone talk to me like that.”
“Like what?” I insert a finger, twisting and turning. “Gamó, you’re still soaking wet.” I line myself up and push inside.
Her mouth forms a circle, and I work my hips over hers, loosening her up. “Like that! All those… words.”
I laugh because she’s cute when she’s kind of embarrassed. “I figured a cougar would have heard it all by now.”
