Page 59 of Rainbow Kisses

She cut off as I settled my mouth over her sex, my eyes closing as I licked and sucked and tasted her. The sounds coming from her mouth made me want more. I’d been lusting after this woman for years and now I had her exactly where I wanted her. In my hands. And against my mouth.

She squirmed against me as my tongue slid into her channel, licking deep. Her taste flooded my senses, and I wanted to keep her here with me until I could make her come on command. Until she just needed to look at me, and she’d be wet.

Because all I needed to do was think about her and I got hard. And I was so fucking hard right now. My cock throbbed and ached, but I didn’t want to just take her and fuck her like a Neanderthal. I wanted to get her off at least twice before I got her to ride me.

I didn’t have to wait long for her to get off the first time, because in just a couple of minutes of tongue-fucking her, I felt her stiffen, her heels digging into my back as she moaned.

I felt her pussy ripple around my tongue, her thighs quivering when I pulled back and licked her clit once more, then took her legs and settled them on either side of my thighs.

Her eyes opened, her heavy-lidded gaze connecting with mine, making me grin. I felt like a fucking conquering hero. But I wasn’t done. I was still wearing my jeans for a reason. Which she noticed.

“Are you going to take those off now?”

“Not just yet.”

“Why—”

She gasped when I dragged a hand up her thigh and worked one finger between her pussy lips. Her inner muscles clamped around me immediately, and she reached for my wrist with one hand.

“Brian.”

Her little panting breaths made me more and more determined to see her come again, this time with my hand. I was being greedy, but I didn’t give a shit at that moment. Because her flushed cheeks and rapidly rising and falling chest were a drug to my libido.

Planting one hand into the cushion next to her head, I held her gaze as I leaned over, my finger starting a slow rhythm of plunge and retreat. She groaned, her eyes fluttering closed, but I pulled my finger out completely and they flew open.

“Don’t stop.” I barely heard her, her voice a whisper.

“Then make sure you keep watching me. Because I think I just found my new favorite pastime. Watching you when I make you come.”

“Oh fuck, Brian.”

The sound she made when I worked two fingers inside her made me smile, and the twist of her hips let me know she wanted even more. I spread my fingers inside as my thumb made contact with her clit. I circled it a few times, pressed hard and rubbed, finding what she liked and then giving her more.

My own breath rasped in and out, like I’d just done wind sprints. But I clamped down on the urge to rip off my jeans and fuck her right now.

No, I needed to watch her come again. Needed that dopamine hit I got when she clamped around my fingers. It took less than a minute before she made that amazing sound deep in her throat, her head digging back into the cushions and her body tightening until she broke again.

When she’d relaxed back into the couch after I slid my fingers free, I watched her breathe, watched her slowly blink back to full awareness. I loved that I’d made her boneless. That she trusted me enough. That she wantedme.

Her lips curved in a smile that revved my lust even higher, made my jaw clench and my fingers curl so I didn’t grab her and turn her onto her knees so I could fuck her from behind. My body wanted that, just so I could get off. My brain wanted to watch her ride me.

She startled me by pushing up and maneuvering around onto her knees in front of me. I held my breath, the voice in the back of my head telling me she was going to tell me to get the hell out.

Instead, she reached for my jeans, and this time I let her.

“My turn,” I heard her say under her breath as she worked the button open and shoved the fabric down my hips. Luckily, my cock had escaped the waistband of my boxer briefs, and they went down with the jeans.

The cooler air of the room made my balls tighten. Or maybe it was the way she looked at my body. Like a woman with a mission.

“Take them off, then lie down on the couch.”

I huffed out a short laugh that died the second she wrapped her hand around my cock and squeezed.

“Holy fuck, Rainy. Do that again.”

She looked up at me from beneath her lashes, her lips curved in a wicked little smile. Then she squeezed me even tighter and did a slow pump up my shaft. I tried not to groan too loudly, but my body was pleading with me to stay right here so she couldn’t stop.

“Now lie down,” she said. “And I’ll return the favor.”

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