Even though she’s literally begging to be touched. Her thighs squeeze together, and she squirms a little as I circle her belly button. “Is this okay?”
“Yes,” she assures. “You can touch me … or let me touch you.”
“Shut up,” I growl, kissing her hungrily. I hate how she just says things because she wants to. I hate that she can just exist without putting on a front for anyone at all. I hate it because I haven’t figured out how to do it yet.
Sky groans and licks into my mouth. It’s not enough that she’s the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever been with; she has to be an excellent kisser, too. Every flick of her tongue is tailored to me and me alone. She grabs my hand, and I expect her to stop me, but instead, she slowly puts my hand on her chest, guiding me to cup her breast.
I moan, and my fingers tighten on her obediently. Her back arches, and she nibbles my bottom lip. I savor it and let my body roll against hers. I keep waiting for her to shove me off, to tell me to fuck off, anything but encouraging me to continue.
But when her hips rise to meet mine, I’m powerless to tell her no. We groan together, tasting the sound on each other’s tongues and honestly, making out has never been hotter. My mouth flows down her throat, and my eyes flick to hers.
She nods slowly, biting her bottom lip.
I kiss across the exposed skin of her chest, covering the curves of her breasts, then licking between them. Sky gasps, and her hand moves up my arm and tangles in my hair. I lick across the top curve of her breast again.
“Talk to me, Sky.”
“That feels good,” she whimpers. “Touch me.”
“Give me details,” I whisper against her skin.
She opens her mouth, then shakes her head and kisses me again. Her hand guides mine down her belly and to her underwear. I was enjoying how hard her nipples were, poking through the bra, but this … fuck.
She’s all wet and hot and sinfully perfect. I lick where her bra meets her skin and feel her shiver as my fingers rub against her clit with only thin fabric between us. Sky grinds down on my hand.
“Fuck just,” she groans, then moves my hand inside her underwear. I freeze entirely and meet her eyes. She sits up to kiss me. “No point in doing it halfway.”
I press my forehead to hers and chase her as she lays back down. “You are going to be the death of me, gorgeous. So hot and cold.”
She licks along my bottom lip. “Yes or no?”
I push two fingers lower, finding her completely shaved and so fucking soft. I groan and kiss her hungrily as I rub her wet clit. Sky whimpers and moans, not hiding a single sound from me as she turns away so I can kiss her throat.
This is so much better than listening to her over the phone. Her nails drag down my back, and her body arches against mine. “Oh, fuck.”
Every sound out of her throat makes me harder. Jesus, I’ve never enjoyed fingering a woman so much. The first time was a landmark, but after that, it was the same shit. I push one finger inside her, and her eyes roll back as her lips part. The blush spreading down her chest is intoxicating.
I lick down her chest and gently bite her breast. Sky digs her nails into my hair and jerks me against her, kissing me hard and deep. I groan and push a second finger into her. Sky grinds on me as I keep rubbing her clit with my thumb.
She’s so fucking wet, soaked, and all for me. When I meet her eyes, they’re dark and wild and holy shit. I groan and push my hard on against her. Sky jerks her bra down so her breasts spill out and pinches her nipple while rolling it between her fingers.
“You’re so fucking hot,” I pant, leaning forward to lick her nipple. Her back arches, and she lets me lick, kiss, suck as much as I want.
“Fuck! Fuck!” She moans and bites my throat, hard, really hard.
I know she’s close, which is amazing in itself, but I curl my fingers every time I thrust them deeper, and her head falls back as her pussy tightens around me. “Ash!”
Holy fuck, my name has never sounded better than on the edge of her orgasm. I smile and kiss her once, twice, a third time, but I keep finger fucking her until she comes again. Then she grabs my wrist as she pants and squirms.
“Enough,” she gasps.
I suck my fingers after pulling them out of her and can’t believe how sweet she tastes. I lick again, then kiss her hungrily, demanding and thorough until I force myself to get off her because my cock is actively throbbing in my pants.
“What?” She sits up, one hand bracing between her legs, the other trying to cover her breasts as she shakes.
“I don’t want to … embarrass myself.” I motion to my cock.
I lean back and actually stroke myself through my jeans. My whole body twitches. When was the last time anyone had this effect on me? Real or porn? I glance at Sky and see her eyes on my hand. “If I … if I touched you …”