Page 57 of Tattoo My Heart
“I wish we were in a bed,” I confess to her. “I would spread you out…” My fingers move over her again, this time getting to her opening and circling it over and over, spreading her juices all around. “Lick you all over…” I dip just the tip of one finger inside of her, and her hips jerk in response. “Have the taste of you on my tongue when I kiss you…” I go deeper inside of her, searching for the little spot on her front wall. “Making you taste yourself on me…” And there it is.
“Cal,” she yelps in shock when I touch it. “This is a bit too much, and I…”
I press harder, and her head falls back, eyes closed, and hips moving.
“You love it,” I finish whatever she was going to say.
With her leaning back like this, I put my free hand on her back, making sure that she is not about to fall on her head. The hand I have playing with her underneath her bodysuit continues working its magic. Evie’s breath is coming out chopped now, and her face is a bit flushed.
“I’m gonna love it even more if you put it in already, Cal.”
I let out a snort of laughter. I have no idea how she can make me laugh while we are in the middle of such an intimate moment. I hate thinking of any previous women in my life, but I can say for sure that while I got all the pleasure out of our encounters, I never had fun like this. I love this.
“Your wish is my command, my queen,” I assure her. A grin escapes me when I see the way she rolls her eyes toward the ceiling at hearing my words. But there’s also a little bit of a smile trying to tug at the corner of her lips. She enjoys our banter just as much as I do.
She catches me enjoying her distress. I am so caught up in everything that is her, I am not prepared when she lifts herself up as she pushes herself on the tip of her toes, then drops back down on my cock, pressing it hard into my stomach while also enjoying the perks of applying pressure to my fingers as they push inside of her.
I debate for a very brief second whether I should tease her some more. In the end, I decide that we can play later. I’ve been dying to get back inside of her since I left her house two days ago.
She whimpers in distress when I pull my hand out just as things are getting really good for her. My cock is hard enough where I’m pretty confident there’s no blood left in my brain.
I lift her off me just enough to allow myself to be positioned right underneath her pussy. I pull her panties to the side and drop her gently, just enough for only the tip to go in.
“Cal,” she gasps in surprise.
“Push yourself down on me,” I instruct. “Just a bit at a time… That’s a good girl,” I praise her when she follows my instructions. “Don’t force it… You want it to feel good… Easy…”
With each word out of my mouth, my breathing is getting heavier. She is perfect in the way she listens.
“Like this,” she asks just as she slides me all the way in.
“Fuuuuuck…”
My head is back, sweat instantly rolling down the sides of my head and soaking my hair. I bring my eyes to her face, but I am having a hard time focusing on anything other than how she feels around me.
“This is crazy,” Evie mumbles under her breath. “It feels so good…”
She starts moving now, definitely creating a problem for me. Like a blind man, I pull at her top, trying to yank the neckline down and release her breasts. Nothing seems to be working though, so I decide to play it tough then. With one hand on each side, I pull hard, and I finally hear the material ripping.
“Oh my god,” Evie gasps in shock, but she is moving faster. Me acting like a lunatic is a turn on. I pull again, and her top splits all the way to her waistline.
“Jesus.” I am breathing heavy now. “No bra?”
She never stops moving her hips when she looks down and sees her chest completely exposed.
“I hate bras,” she offers to explain.
Placing her hands on my shoulders, she gains momentum as she moves up and down on my cock. Her breasts are now jiggling softly, their small size not allowing for much movement as far as that goes. Damn perfect.
“I hate bras so much,” she continues, moving faster and faster.
I cup both her breasts and push them up before dropping my mouth to them. The moment my tongue makes contact with her nipple, it is game over. My hips are jerking up, my mouth is sucking harder and my hands drop to her hips so that I can move her up and down my length as fast as humanly possible.
“I hate bras,” Evie is chanting, clasping my head to her chest now. It is almost to the point where I’m not sure I can breathe, but I don’t give a shit.
“Yes, baby,” I encourage her, lips still wrapped around her nipple. I pull back a little, only to latch on to her other one. “Just like that.”
“Oh my god.”
