Page 52 of Sweet Little Lies
She’s so sexy like this. Unbelievably compliant and up for anything. Which makes me think she’d be okay with what I’ve fantasized so often about doing.
I lean over her sitting form and lift off her shirt, my hands quickly divesting her bra, as well. She slides off the skirt and now all that’s left is her thong.
“Your skin is so soft…so sexy here,” I whisper, circling her belly with my finger and then my tongue, as she props herself up on her elbows. “Would you let me…”
I don’t finish right away. Instead, my mouth continues to mark the terrain down to the juncture between her thighs as I remove the panties and throw them out of the way.
I’m distracting her with my mouth. Kissing, nipping and blowing at her clit, my fingers returning to her wet entrance as I push them inside. She cries out hoarsely, bearing down on them as I move them in and out.
While she’s on her way to that sacred nirvana, she still has the wherewithal to ask. To make me finish what I was going to say.
“Would I let you what?”
My fingers curl inside her, my thumb deftly rubbing at her clit as she begins to tense and shutter against the pending eruption.
I return my kisses to the inside of her thigh, my other hand mapping the exquisite perfection of her skin as I make my way back up to her abdomen.
“I want to come on your stomach. Your body is so sexy…I want to…”
“Yes,” she says in a breathy gasp. “Do it.Please.”
Oh fuck, this woman. She’s too much for me.Thisis too much. I’m so hard. So painfully hard and my body is tight with the need for release. All I want to do is slide inside her and never leave.
But I want to get her off before I do. My mouth resumes the barrage of kisses across her mound, her pelvis, the sweep of satiny skin at the juncture of her legs. She smells, tastes and sounds like heaven.
My tip of my tongue lodges in deep within her and she squirms in anticipation.Isquirm in anticipation and breakaway for a moment.
“Tell me when you’re getting close.”
I place my mouth once again over her clit, flicking the swollen nub, as she bucks hard against my face. Her hand comes down to the top of my head, grabbing hold of my hair and pulling and then pushing me with such force and frenzy that I’m nearly dizzy. Drunk on her desire. And then I suck her hard and she writhes against me.
“Coming…oh Lance, I’m coming,” she cries as my mouth is fused against her center.
Her body transitions from a tense, pulsing mass to a limp and lax, and deeply satisfied, woman.
Wiping my mouth off by kissing my way up her body, she’s lying with her head on my pillow, the most luminous beautiful smile fixed across her mouth.
“God, that was fucking beautiful.”
And then with once swift push, I’m thrusting my throbbing dick inside her pliant, wet body. Her eyes pop open wide in surprise and I take her mouth with mine. As if the taste of herself on my tongue makes her wild with lust, she grabs hold of me as if I’m the ledge of a burning building and she’s hanging on for dear life.
Her nails dig deep, leaving cutting grooves along my back, my ass and my shoulders. As I thrust inside her tight pussy, she leans up and bites my neck.
And just like that, I’m spiraling out of control. Just that slight edge of pain and the lingering sting of it on my skin pushes me into that wild domain.Where all thoughts float away and out of my head and I’m only sensation and bliss.
Her ankles clutch together at the base of my spine as my thrusts become harder and deeper, each one receiving a delighted gasp from Mica’s mouth. Little gusts of breath that I want to steal with my kisses. Devour and capture and hold onto forever.
Bending my head, I suck a ripe nipple into my mouth, laving my tongue across the stiff peak. The sounds she makes have my body coming alive with a greedy need. She fills up my empty and cold heart with just the mere essence of her smile. I want her with a desperation that penetrates my soul – just as I penetrate her body.
My heart is beating so fast it feels like it might smash through my ribs. I leave her breasts wet and glistening and claim her lips again, as the need to come fissures through my body like a bolt a lightning.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” I growl, the urgency nearly rendering me unable to move.
But I pull out of her with a measured glide and into my awaiting hand. We both zero in on my straining cock, covered in her slick wetness, as I stroke it twice – from base to the crown – and then watch as I ejaculate in long, hot ribbons of heat. I pulse in my own grip, staring in dizzying awe as my cum splashes over the taut skin of her belly.
It’s fucking perfection and the hottest thing I’ve seen.
The contrast between the creamy white of my ejaculate and her tawny-colored skin is like those artsy swirls in my latte from the coffee shop. The way it mixes and combines to make the most beautiful art there is.
