Page 85 of Wilder at Heart
We stand together on the rug and I back away enough to take her in. Her face flushed and nervous and expectant. That gorgeous hair tumbling over her shoulders. The stiff nipples in that porno fucking bra. The dip of her waist and the curve of her hips. The triangle of lace that I want to yank the fuck off and keep on her in equal measure, because it’s so sexy.She’sso sexy.
She reaches out and caresses my dick, and it thumps against her hand like a goddamn puppy. Leaks on her fingers.
‘Tell me what you want.’
‘You. On your hands and knees right there. That gorgeous ass in my face.’ I smile, an attempt to stop her from freaking the hell out, even though I’m planning on slaying her.
The smiling assassin.
And God knows, my weapon is ready for action.
‘Okay,’ she says again, in a tone that suggests she’s deeply sceptical about this whole plan, and turns around. Sinking to herknees. Her palms hitting the rug. But it’s when she looks over her shoulder, glancing up at me as if for confirmation that she’s doing it right, that I nearly lose the fucking plot.
I grab the base of my cock. Soon, mate. Soon.
‘So perfect,’ I tell her, and I sink to my knees right behind her. Jesus, her ass cheeks are gorgeous, that ridiculous scrap of lace taunting me. I run my hands appreciatively over their pale curves, down her thighs, my thumbs dancing close to that lace. Savouring her. A glance under her arm reveals her perfect tits, hanging loose against the frame of that miraculous bra, nipples stiff as fuck.
‘This is the most amazing sight I’ve ever seen,’ I tell her, and I run a finger down over the lace, between her legs, right up to her front and back again, and she trembles against me.
‘That feel good?’
I do it again.
‘Yeah. God. Yes. Mmm.’
‘Open wider for me, then.’
She scoots her knees wider, and I can’t resist any more. I slide the now soaking lace to one side and feast on the view.
Jesus Christ.
The view.
Nora, laid out for me. Pink and pulsing and so ready for me. But I want to bring her right to the brink before I drive inside her. Take her. Finish us both off.
I hold my cock with one hand, pumping as lightly as I can, though I’m practically sweating with the effort of holding off, and drag my fingers through her folds. I can’t resist dipping a couple inside her, and she clenches around them, pushing back against my hand.
Yes.
I crouch so I can lick the parts of her that are now so accessible. I drag my tongue over her clit and back up, pushingit inside her. Fuck, she tastes of salt and musk and butter. I repeat, and she arches her back, sticking her pussy in my face. I swallow hungrily and reach around to cradle her gorgeous breast, rubbing my palm against her nipple while my other hand slips inside her again and my tongue laps at her, hard.
I fucking love this.
The way she tastes.
The way she’s grinding against me.
The way her moans of contentment have given way to anguished whimpers. She bucks against me, rolling her hips.
‘Theo. Theo, honey, please. God, I’m so close.’
I slide my fingers out of her. Release my tongue.
‘I know, baby. I’m going to make you go off like a rocket. I just want to be fucking you while I do it.’
‘Yes. Fuck me. Seriously, Theo. Quick.’
This woman. This woman who closed herself off and denied us both is on her hands and knees, moaning and pleading for my cock. She is a fucking revelation. She’s incredible. This is the woman I knew she was, deep down. And she’s showing me. She’s opened up to me. For me.
