Page 111 of Rare Blend
I can’t deny her. I would never. As long as she knows she’s in control. “Is this okay?” I ask, running a hand up the side of her torso, landing on the edge of her breast.
“More,” she groans. “I need more.”
God, that soft, sexy voice of hers, begging to be touched, is almost enough to make me come.
I slip my hand under the cup of her bra and grab a handful of her tit, lightly massaging it and then giving a firm tug to her nipple. Her back arches to me like she wants more of my touch.
Roughly, her hand grips at my chin, forcing my face up to meet hers. “Stop treating me like a delicate flower. I want you to be rougher. I want to be consumed.”
Her words snap something inside of me, and my hesitancy flies out the window. I wanted her to take the lead tonight, and this is what she wants. If she wants to be consumed, I’ll gladly devour her.
Standing, I encircle her waist with my arms, picking her up. I gently toss her on the bed. I’ll be a little rougher, but I’m not going to treat her like she’s not the most precious thing in the world to me. She lands with a relieved groan, and I crawl over her body, pressing my weight down on her.
“Yes, just like this.”
Her hair splays out, wild and tangled, as her chest rises and falls rapidly. I pull down her bra, freeing her breasts. Her nipples are hard and pointing at me, her skin is flushed, and her eyes are glazed with desire. Starting at her neck, I work my way down, kissing and sucking at her soft skin until I reach her puckered nipples that are begging for my attention. I flick my tongue across one peak before pulling it between my teeth and giving it a gentle pull. She writhes, curving against my touch.
“Oh, God,” she gasps.
I open my mouth wider, licking and sucking on her hardened nipple. The sweetest whimpers escape her parted lips.
“Such a needy girl,” I tell her before swirling my tongue.
As I continue to shower her breasts in attention, my hand slides up her thigh and then cups her lace covered pussy.
“Touch me,” she cries, letting her thighs fall open.
I pull her panties to the side and dip two fingers inside.
She’s fucking dripping.
“Baby, you’re so wet.”
“I know,” she breathes. “Make it better. I need to come.”
My fingers curl inside her, fucking her tight little pussy like my life depends on it, while I kiss and suck, nipping all over her perfect tits. She starts tugging at my shirt, trying to free me of my clothes. I pause just enough to take off my button down, likely ripping off a few buttons in the process.
“I love your chest,” she says, digging her sharp nails down my torso, pinching some of the hair.
“Not too hairy?” I joke. My chest hair would probably be out of control if I didn’t maintain it.
“Never.” She sits up on her elbows and removes her bra, throwing it over my shoulder. “It’s just right.”
I pause, taking in the view. She’s stunning, laid out before me topless with her legs spread. Every dream come true, and it’s right in front of me.
“You’re fucking gorgeous, a goddamn dream.”
She swallows, and her eyes slightly ease out of their lustful glimmer. “Thank you,” she says under her breath.
My hand reaches out to cup her jaw, and I lean over to kiss her. She meets my kiss and then some, snaking her arms around my neck and pulling me flush to her.
We’ve never been like this, skin to skin. Why the fuck have I not been doing this the whole time? How have I gone so long without feeling her nearly naked body against mine?
Apparently on the same train of thought as me, she starts tugging on my pants while I tear off her panties. I don’t give a fuck. I’ll buy her hundreds more pairs.
Soon we’re both free of any clothing, completely vulnerable and exposed to each other.
I kiss her, and her body grinds beneath mine.
