Page 65 of I Could Be Yours

I sit up and slide my other hand into her hair, taking in her expectant, needy expression. She parts her swollen lips, and I ease inside. Essie’s eyes stay on mine as I move her mouth gently up and down my length.

“So good, Essie,” I praise as her cheeks hollow out. “Such a lovely, sweet mouth.” The head hits the back of her throat. She opens wider and takes more. “So fucking gorgeous when you’re swallowing my cock.”

She does this thing with her tongue that pushes me to the edge.

“I’m going to come,” I warn.

She takes me deeper, and I explode in her mouth. I loosen my grip on her hair, giving her back control. She bobs a couple more times, but I’m hypersensitive, so I gently ease her off, slip my hands under her arms, and pull her up as I flop back on the mattress.

Her body is draped across mine, chin resting on the center of my chest. She grins at me with swollen lips. “Hi.”

“Hi. That was outstanding.”

“You seemed to enjoy yourself.” She kisses my chin.

I curve my hand around the back of her neck and kiss her chastely.

“I can brush my teeth first if you want,” she offers.

I frown. “Why?”

She strokes a finger between my eyes. “Because my mouth tastes like your cum, and you might not love that.”

“I kissed you last time.”

“There was chocolate sauce involved.”

“Don’t care. I want your mouth.” I tip her chin down and bring her lips to mine.

She hums as our tongues meet, and I rearrange her legs so she’s straddling me again.

I keep one hand on her hip while we kiss, helping her shiftagainst my reawakening erection while I play with her nipple piercings.

She gazes down at me, eyes hot with need.

I wind her hair around my hand, nipping the edge of her jaw. “Would you like me to fuck you now, Ess?”

She bites her lip and nods. “I’ll get a condom.”

She stretches across the bed, reaching to the nightstand for the pink zippered fabric pouch with a magic wand and stars on it. The heart-shaped jewel piercing her nipple catches the light. I capture the peak, sucking softly as the metal slides over my tongue.

Essie moans, clutching my hair. “I love your mouth so much when you’re being nice with it.” She slides a finger into the corner of it and detaches me from her nipple, then covers my mouth with her palm when I try to get back what I’ve lost. “You can suck on them to your heart’s content once you’re inside me.”

“Mmmm... Fair.” I kiss the swell and lie back.

She sets the pouch on my stomach, unzips it, and produces a box of condoms—the same kind I had when we were in Vegas last weekend. She pries the box open, tears one free, and rolls it down my length. And then my hands are on her hips, and she lowers herself onto me. Her eyes flutter closed, and her fingers skim her nipples as they drift down her stomach. She’s an absolute vision. But she’s too far away. I want her close. I want her wrapped around me, hot skin against mine.

I sit up and latch onto her breast.

Essie threads her hands through my hair, eyes soft as she watches me. I wish it could be like this between us all the time—the walls down, all my fears chased away by lust and the overwhelming need to make her feel good. I covet every sigh and moan and soft whimper. I want to bottle up this feeling and carry it around with me.

She wraps her arms around my head, body shaking as her pussy clenches. But I want more. I want to watch her face as sheunravels for me. So I tip her head back, dropping my other hand between her thighs to find that little steel ball.

“Oh God, Nate.” Her nails bite into my shoulders.

“That’s it, Essie, keep fucking me. I want to watch you come for me.”

I move her over me, finding a rhythm as she gazes down, one hand gripping my shoulder while the fingers of her other hand tremble against my cheek.

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