Page 56 of Blind Date with a #FORMERPLAYER
I smirk, crawling up her body, pressing kisses to any exposed skin along the way. Brushing my lips over hers, I settle into her side, my dick digging into her hip, begging to be released, but I don’t want to assume anything. “You okay?”
“I’m fantastic.” She glances at me and frowns. “But you have too many clothes on and you’re not supposed to be in that position.”
“Sorry. It’s a bad habit.”
“Yes, it is. Take your shirt and pants off and lay down.”
I arch my brow. “Yes, ma’am.”
She giggles and leans up on her elbows, watching as I reach back with one hand and yank my shirt over my head, dropping it on the floor. Holding her gaze, I unbutton my jeans and kick them off, along with my boxer-briefs. Her eyes widen and she stares at my hard, erect cock as I climb on the bed and lay back, waiting to see what she’ll do.
Licking her lips, she asks, “Dress on or off?”
I open my mouth to answer but surprise myself when I hesitate. “What are we doing? Your answer could make all the difference.”
“It’s my turn to taste you.”
My heart pounds against my ribcage. Those words coming out of her mouth as she looks at my cock like she’s ready to devour it almost makes me come before she even comes close to me. I groan. “Damn, Layla. Let’s start with the dress on and if I accidentally rip it, I’ll buy you another just like it.”
She straddles me, kissing me, but quickly backs away, licking and kissing her way down my chest, every touch going straight to my dick. Her full breasts are nearly spilling out of her dress, and her panties are on my floor.
Shit. I’m not going to last. Embarrassingly so. There’s no fucking way. I’m about to lose it. Her hands graze my cock, followed by the warm, rough feel of her tongue. She swirls it around the tip before she wraps her perfect full lips around my cock giving me the perfect image to cum to for the rest of my damn life. Sucking me into her mouth, she takes me to the back of her throat,licking and sucking. She moves faster, sucking me hard and firm. Heat shoots low in my gut and I grab her ponytail and lightly yank her back.
“Layla, babe, that feels so good, but I don’t want to come like this. I want to be inside you if you’ll let me.”
She falls back and crawls over me, straddling me. “Condom?” she asks.
Reaching up, I cup her jaw, staring into her eyes. “I want you, Layla, but are you sure this is whatyouwant?”
“Yes, I want you, Levi.”
My heart lurches as if she just declared her love. “In the drawer,” I say, pointing to the nightstand.
Reaching over, she grabs what she needs. I hold my hand out, but she shakes her head. “Let me do it.” My dick jumps, straining towards her as she rips the wrapper and grasps the condom, rolling it on. Looking down at me, she informs me, “I’m staying on top.”
Goosebumps prickle my skin at her command, loving that she’s taking charge. “Yes, ma’am.” I smirk, my hand trailing down her center to her core. Watching her reactions, I graze her slippery folds and pinch her clit, rolling it between my thumb and forefinger and slide back, inserting one finger and then two, a sexy moan falling from her lips. Removing them, I glide them over her pussy, applying pressure.
Planting her hands on my chest, she pushes away from me, raising herself up and hovering over my rigid cock. My hands go to her hips, gripping her. With one hand she shimmies her skirt out of the way, keeping the other on my chest and torturously slow, lowers herself down on me, every inch pure ecstasy. “Oh, wow,” she pants.
Her tight walls squeeze me and I grip her hips, controlling my breathing. “Shit, you’re tight.”
“It’s been a while,” she murmurs, that fact hitting me hard. “I feel so full.”
Slowly, she moves up and down, before circling her hips and then doing it again. Everything about her and this moment, thisfeeling, erotic. My fingers dig into her thighs, clinging to my control, but seeing her ride me in this fucking dress…I’ll never be the same.
My heartbeat quickens, breathing intensifies, and my body combusts with my hips bucking up to meet her. Knowing this time I won’t last, I reach down, my thumb finding her clit, and flicking, rubbing it in circles and applying pressure desperate to feel her release surround me. “Layla, I need you to come for me, please,” I beg.
Her tits bounce every time she slides up and down my hard shaft making me impossibly harder. Hooded eyes meet mine, her chest heaving as she rides me faster, seeking her orgasm and bringing me to the brink along with her.
“I’m…” she rasps, trailing off.
Continuing to move with her in a rhythm that’s all our own, she whimpers as her hot, wet pussy squeezes my cock. She tremors, clenching and unclenching. A guttural groan leaves my lips as I completely lose control. Thrusting upwards, her walls squeeze me, milking me stimulating a heat exploding low in my belly. Her juices coat my dick as she starts to come down from her high, my own movements becoming erratic as I come, shooting my load into the condom.
She collapses on top of me, just as I finish, both of us sweaty and gasping for breath. My hand falls to her back and I pull her closer to my lips. Kissing her, I request, “Stay with me?”
Her eyes widen in surprise. I get it. If it were any other woman I wouldn’t be asking, but I no longer want anyone else. “Okay. Got a shirt for me to wear?”
Chuckling, I ask, “Does that mean I finally get to see what’s really under that dress?”
