Page 60 of Taking It To Overtime
His nose tracks down my spine, rubbing over each vertebra. I’m a dripping mess by the time my dress is fully open, my thong soaked.
“Lift your hips baby,” he grumbles against my skin and I’m trembling as I shift so he can pull the linen off me. “Okay?”
We’re better than okay and I nod into the pillow, shifting my body against the bed. Anything to get some sort of friction on my nipples. I feel teeth as Robbie teases the curve of my ass.
“You’re better than my fantasies,” he says and I spread my knees, hoping he gets some sort of hint. “Fuck you’re soaked.” A finger slides over my pussy, more erotic than anything I’ve ever felt, even through the silk of my panties. “Tell me how to get you there. These don’t come off until you come.”
I nod into the pillows, a small sound escaping my throat.
“My clit,” I say, each word punctuated by my panting breaths, and his hand cups me more fully, the pad of one finger finding ground zero. I jolt against the mattress and hear him chuckle.
“Here?”
I nod, “Circle it. Please.”
That I can still talk is a damn miracle. I wouldn’t say he’s naturally skilled at playing with my body, but it doesn’t matter. Every touch is the best I’ve ever had because it’s him—Robbie Oakes—with his hand on my pussy. I ache.
His fingers make featherlight rings around my clit. It’s just the right spot, but I need….
“Harder,” I beg. “Please.”
He does. His thumb rubs against my lips, teasing my entrance, and my stomach is already coiling tighter as my clit throbs under his touch.
“Look at you, baby.” The words whisper over my skin, pulling everything tighter, fanning the flames higher. “Fuck, you’re a vision. I have dreams about these freckles.” His lips touch the skin of my back. “Want to know why I give Spags such a hard time? He brought your swimsuit issue to the locker room once. I almost put my fist through his cubby. That’s how he knew about us. How everyone knew.”
God, his words. My strong, stoic Robbie reduced to rambling as he plays my body with just one hand.
“More,” I say, rocking my hips. Fuck, I need more. He presses harder and I shake my head. This isn’t enough. My inner muscles clench on nothing. His thumb is right there, at my entrance. He just needs to slide my panties aside.
“Could you come like this, Vera? The first time? With just my hand over your underwear like we’re teenagers sneaking around again? Can you give me this first orgasm before I get your panties off? If I get to see your pussy, I’m afraid I’ll lose my mind and this will all be over for both of us. Give me one first, please.”
It’s his words that do it. The small coil of tension pops and the pleasure pulses through my core, through my legs, through my mind.
“Did you just…?”
Did I just?
I nod.
There’s a long, drawn-out curse behind me, and then cool air as my panties are ripped from my body. It stings along my hips but his tongue licks it better, and then his mouth is right there,over my entrance, and I’m still face down on the bed, legs spread as he breathes hard over my sensitive flesh.
“Can I?” His lips brush mine and I shiver. I also don’t answer fast enough because he slaps a hand on my ass and asks again.
If ever there’s a time when I say no to that offer, I want someone to runmeover with the Zamboni.
The sound I make is straight out of a nature documentary, but Robbie reads me loud and clear as he kisses me between my legs. I can feel his hair on my inner thighs, the scrape of his beard against my clit. I squirm, not sure if I want to escape or get closer. His hand cups the back of my knee and pushes it up and out, giving him more room to work.
“Stay,” he says into my skin, and the heat builds faster than I thought possible, especially for a second round. He alternates between circling my clit and sucking on it directly, each pull tugging directly on the knot of tension deep in my belly. “Tell me what you need, Vera.”
How can he sound so calm when I feel like I’m about to pop out of my skin? The pressure from his mouth is perfect. His tongue is hot and wet, and my hips rock to chase the feeling.
“Where…” I have to stop to suck air into my lungs. “Where did you learn…”
His tongue spears into my pussy and my muscles clamp down as the pleasure whips through me again. For a girl who rarely comes without a vibrator, this is insane. To be fair, once I get myself going, the fun keeps coming—or, rather; I do—but this is romance novel level shit. My thighs are shaking as his mouth softens against me, moving from deep sucking kisses to soft caresses against my sensitive flesh. I wiggle out of his loosening grasp, turning to face him.
Robbie’s mouth and beard are shiny wet from my arousal and his pupils are blown wide, the black almost swallowing the honey brown of his irises. Pink tinges his cheeks and his hairlooks like I’ve had my fingers tugging on the strands. He looks debauched and ready for more. And shit… he’s still half dressed.
“I,” he says, licking his lips like he needs to chase the last taste of me, “could eat you for every meal and it would never be enough.”
