Page 49 of Before We Break Again
“You taste so fucking good,” I murmur, switching to the other breast, giving it the same slow, teasing attention.My teeth graze her nipple, earning me another gasp.“You like that?You like me playing with these perfect tits?”
She moans again, her hips moving, wanting more, but I’m not done.I pause to look up at her, hands still on her breasts, squeezing gently as I lean in close to her ear.
“I wanna fuck these tits while San fucks your pussy,” I whisper, my voice low and filthy, making her gasp.“You want that, baby?Both of us fucking you at the same time?”
Her breath catches, her eyes dark with lust, and I can feel her body tremble against me, her nails digging into my arms.The reaction drives me wild, makes me want to give her exactly that.
Before I give her time to respond, I unclasp her bra, letting it fall to the floor.Her bare skin is finally in my hands, and I take a second just to look at her—completely exposed, nipples hard and begging for more.
“God, look at you,” I groan, lowering my head to take her nipple in my mouth, this time with nothing between us.“You’re so fucking beautiful.You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”
She arches into me, and I can tell she’s ready for more, her body practically shaking with need.But I’m going to take my time, make sure every inch of her knows just how much I want her.
I keep my hands on her breasts, squeezing gently as I lower my head and take her nipple into my mouth again, this time without any barriers between us.I suck hard, slow, like I’m pulling her essence straight into me.Her gasps fill the room, breathy and soft, and each sound makes my cock ache with need.
I don’t let her go, my mouth fixed on her, sucking like I can’t get enough of her, savoring the taste of her skin.My tongue swirls around the hardened peak, teasing, flicking, then I pull her deeper into my mouth, groaning as I feel her body arch into me, desperate for more.I keep going, alternating between her breasts, not releasing her nipple even as my hands start to move lower.
With one hand, I slowly slide down to the button of her jeans, fingers fumbling just enough to show how wild she makes me.I undo the button, then the zipper, dragging it down, inch by torturous inch, all while still feeding from her.I feel her chest rise and fall with every shaky breath, feel her fingers grip my hair, urging me on.
Finally, I release her nipple with a wet pop, my mouth trailing down her stomach, leaving a path of soft kisses and playful nips as I go lower.Her skin is warm, her breath coming in ragged bursts as I make my way toward the waistband of her jeans.I’m slow, deliberate, savoring the moment.I kiss the spot just above the fabric, my fingers hooking under the waistband of both her jeans and her panties.
She trembles as I begin to pull them down, revealing her inch by inch, teasing myself with the sight of her bare skin.As I tug her jeans and soaked panties lower, my gaze drops, and there she is—glistening, wet, her pussy perfect and ready, just for me.
“Fuck, baby,” I whisper, my voice rough with need, eyes locked on the sight of her.“Look at you.So fucking pretty for me.”
Her hips shift, and I can see the way she’s aching for more, her arousal slick and shining in the dim light, every part of her ready.My mouth waters, and I can’t wait to taste her, to take what’s mine.
I grip her thighs, the soft, smooth skin under my hands making me lose any sense of control.Without saying a word, I lift one of her legs, hooking it over my shoulder, spreading her open for me.The sight of her—wet, glistening, completely exposed—makes my mouth water.I press a soft kiss to her inner thigh, feeling her shiver beneath me.
Then, I dive in.
My tongue meets her soaked pussy, and she gasps, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer.I don’t hold back, licking her like I’m starved, tasting every inch of her.She moans, her hips bucking as I flick my tongue over her clit, then circle it, teasing her, drawing out every little sound she’s trying to hold in.
“Fuck, baby, you taste so sweet,” I murmur against her, my mouth never leaving her slick heat.“This pussy’s all mine, isn’t it?My good girl’s pussy.”
She moans louder, her hips grinding against my mouth, desperate for more.I don’t make her wait.My tongue licks up and down her slit, my lips wrapping around her clit as I suck hard, pulling her deeper into my mouth.Every twitch, every moan she makes, sends a jolt through me, my cock painfully hard as I devour her.
I slip a finger inside her, the wet heat of her squeezing tight around me.Her hips jerk, her breath catching as I start to fuck her with my finger, rough and steady, matching the rhythm of my tongue against her clit.
“Such a good girl,” I whisper between licks, my mouth teasing and nibbling at her swollen clit, feeling her pulse beneath my tongue.“You’re so fucking perfect like this, baby.So wet for me, so ready.”
I add a second finger, curling them inside her, finding that sweet spot that makes her cry out.I fuck her faster with my fingers, thrusting deep, rough, while my mouth works her clit, licking, sucking, biting just enough to make her hips buck harder.
Her moans are louder now, her body trembling as I take her higher, her leg tightening around my shoulder.I look up at her, her chest heaving, lips parted, her eyes glazed with lust.She’s so close, and I’m going to push her over that edge, make her come so hard she’ll feel me for days.
“You gonna come for me, baby?”I ask, my voice low, rough, my fingers still fucking her deep while my tongue flicks over her clit.“You want to come on my mouth?Want me to taste every fucking drop?”
I feel her body tighten, her moans becoming sharper, more desperate, and then she shatters.Her hips jerk, and her hands grip my hair like she’s trying to hold on for dear life.I don’t stop, riding out her orgasm with my tongue and fingers, slowing down only when I feel her pulse soften, her body trembling as the waves start to subside.
Carefully, I pull my fingers out of her and press a kiss to her swollen clit, feeling her shudder beneath me.She’s still gasping for air, her body limp, completely undone, and the sight of her like this—vulnerable and spent—fills me with something deeper than just lust.Something more profound, almost dangerous.
Without thinking twice, I stand and scoop her into my arms, her legs automatically wrapping around my waist as I carry her to the bed.She rests her head against my chest, her breath still coming in soft, shaky exhales.I set her down gently, laying her on the bed, and she looks up at me, her eyes half-lidded but filled with something raw.Something that feels like trust.
I crawl in beside her, pulling her close, my arms wrapping around her as I kiss her softly—tenderly this time.No rush, no urgency, just the slow, sweet press of lips, like I’m trying to communicate all the things I can’t find words for.
She pulls back, her hand resting on my chest, her voice a whisper.“More, Dust.Please.I need more.”
God, how I want to give it to her.My body’s screaming for her, my cock hard and aching, but I know if I give in now, if I let this turn into more, we’re risking everything.It’s a slippery slope, and I’ve already been down it with Santos.We’d fallen into just sex for years, thinking it could fill the cracks, but it didn’t.It never does.
