Page 47 of Fighting

In her pink lingerie, centered on the mattress and writhing, she reminds me of a delicate jewelry box ballerina. Moving but going nowhere. I want to help her reach her bliss, and I don’t want to interrupt the soft murmurs and sighs that create a soundtrack to this moment.

I prowl to the foot of the bed, doing my best to not blink for fear I could miss a millisecond of her softness and strength on display. I’m mesmerized by the cycle she’s created. She winds herself up, hums in pleasure, and closes her eyes briefly. Each time she opens them again, our gazes lock and she starts again until finally, she slides her fingers effortlessly through her own slick.

Mindlessly, my own hands drift to my pants, and I stroke the erection I’m dying to release from its cloth cage.

“Who said you could touch yourself?” Her reprimand is in direct contrast to the gentle way she’s handling herself.

It shakes me momentarily from how she has me clitmatized.

I place my hands on the edge of the mattress so she can see them, and when I sink to my knees, she rewards me with a smile. I’m playing my part, but I really wish I could pause to praise her for finding this voice in herself. When she purrs out her next statement, though, all of those thoughts are forgotten.

“Good boy. If you want me to sit on your face, then beg for it.”

“Nessa,” I exhale her name reverently. “Gorgeous, I need to taste you. Soak my fucking face. Ride me until we find out just how wet you can get. Take what you need. I just need to hear you scream my name.”

She rewards me by spreading her thighs wide and uncovering her pussy again.

“Lay down. Right there,” she instructs me.

I’m more than happy to comply. Fuck, I’m so taken with her.

She tries not to giggle as she hovers above me. It reminds me briefly how new this is for her.

Looking up her skirt causes my cock to thicken further. I lightly skim her calves and resume my plea as arousal drips from her swollen core.

“Please smother me with that pretty little cunt of yours. I haven’t stopped thinking about it in months.”

All at once, her skirt covers my face and her knees rest by my ears. This is all the invitation I need to flatten my tongue and lick her from her entrance to her clit and back.

Her approval comes in her touch. She rakes her fingers through my hair, making tingles erupt across my scalp and down my spine.

I make a meal of her, licking and sucking and nipping, relishing the way her core flutters around my tongue when I plunge it into her.

Grasping harder at my hair, she grinds herself against my mouth, chasing friction. I reward her with the smallest bite on the nub, then soothe the prick of pain with a soft kiss.

Hands on her hips, I dig my fingers into her flesh, causing her to gasp.

“Hold me tighter,” she cries when I loosen my grip. Her voice raspy with need.

I ignore any concerns about leaving bruises and press harder.

The moans grow louder with each roll of her hips until her legs shake, making it hard for her to hold herself upright. She slumps forward, laying her head on the carpet, her core spasming as I lap up every drop of her release. With a long exhale, she goes limp, and I ease away so she’s lying on her belly, sated.

When I stand, the sight before me forces a groan from my chest. Nessa, her skirt riding high, revealing the tiniest view of the curve beneath her ass cheeks. She’s so magnificently beautiful.

The wordfuckrolls off those pretty pink lips on an exhale.

I crave closeness, desperate to maintain the connection we’ve built. “Can I hold you?” I ask while gathering her in my arms. Her head lolls against my chest as I scoop her up. We ease onto the bed together, spooning.

“Fuck,” she says a moment later, flopping onto her stomach. “That was…” She peers back at me, wearing a small grin.

“As you wish, princess.” I drape myself over her so that my length drags along her tiny ass. As I pull away, she rolls onto her back, popping up on an elbow.

“Nuh-uh.” She wags a single finger at me. “I’m calling the shots here, mister.”

Nodding, I rest on my haunches and wait. She scoots back toward the headboard and lounges, arms wide against the pillows, then beckons me with the crook of a finger. I shuck off my pants and boxers in a single move, then line my body up with hers and press my lips to her ear.

“As you wish,” I whisper.

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