Page 62 of One Touch

I worshipped her with my mouth. I slid my tongue up and down her slit, tasting her folds, making her moan with pleasure. I went back to her clit, licking it, sucking it, teasing it.

Her breath came in shallow gasps and her hips bucked involuntarily against my face. Her hands gripped my hair so tightly it sent shards of pain across my scalp.

But I didn’t pull away—I wanted to feel every single sensation.

I never wanted to forget this.

I brought my hands up and grabbed her plump ass, lifting her hips up and pressing my face deeper into her. I flicked my tongue rhythmically over her clit, harder, faster, until she was writhing and moaning, nails digging into my skin, spine arching.I could feel her climax getting closer and I wanted to take her over the edge.

“Come for me,” I groaned against her pussy. “Give it to me, Lily.”

“Oh god,” she panted, her voice strained, the pitch rising.

“Not God,” I said slyly, “just me. Only me.”

And then, just like that, she exploded, her hips jerking, her body shaking, her cry of release echoing off all the metalwork around us. I could feel her pussy spasming around my mouth, her juices gushing, and it turned me on so damn much, I thought for a hot second I might just come along with her.

Thank fuck I didn’t.

I unbuckled my belt and let my pants fall to the floor. And then, a terrible thought hit me.

“Fuck. No condom.”

“Wrong,” she murmured, her speech slurred. “In . . . my skirt.”

“Smart move,” I said, grabbing the garment and raiding its deep pocket. I found the condom, ripped open the packet, and rolled it on, then I let my heavy cock rest against her center. Even through the condom, I could feel her slickness. Her arousal. “Fuck, Lily,” I panted. “You’re so wet.”

“You did it to me,” she panted. “You made me so fucking wet.”

“I love it when you cuss,” I said, sliding my length up and down her slit, letting my girth split her lips gently apart. “That dirty mouth drives me wild.”

For a moment, it looked like she was fighting a smile, then she just let go, and a wide grin made her face light up like sunshine. “Do you know how hard you just made me come?” she asked, as I rested the swollen tip of my cock against her entrance.

“Hard.”

“Mmhmm. So hard I’m still seeing stars.”

“Do you think it would be dangerous, medically, for me to fuck you right now?”

“I’m fine! It’s essential that you fuck me, right this instant.”

“All right,” I said, introducing just the very, very end of my dick into her tight passage. “But if there’s a medical emergency, I’m not nursing you back to health, remember?”

“Good,” she said as I slowly—painfully slowly, ridiculously slowly—slid my cock into her.

She was so deep and tight that she felt like a calfskin glove. Did tall women have deeper pussies? Lily Lane’s felt like it went on forever. Like I was going in so far I’d find myself at the Earth’s core, melting and burning, encased in fire.

Her eyes widened as I stopped. I wanted her to feel every inch of me inside of her before I started sliding out again.

“You fill me up,” she whispered. “Completely.”

I nodded, then bent down and kissed her. I kissed her long and hard, letting my tongue move while my cock stayed rigid and still.

She moaned and squirmed, grinding her ass in the hope of a release, but I kept her pinned down to the hood of that bonnet, skewered on my rock-hard cock.

Then, I grazed her earlobe with my lips, and murmured into her ear: “You fill me up too, baby.”

I couldn’t hold on much longer. I wanted to fuck her so hard and so fast that we both came instantly. But I needed to savor this. My first fuck in years. With the most beautiful, red-headed goddess in town. It might never happen again. I had to make sure neither of us ever forgot this.

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