Page 15 of Live Love Steal
“No, it would be… lonely.” Her actions stopped. Very slowly, she removed both fingers, now coated with her juices.
I picked up the condom and tore open the package. “We can’t have lonely. That sucks.” I rolled it on, giving my shaft a long stroke that almost made me groan. She’d worked me up to this point without even touching me. I marveled at her ingenuity and relished the smooth skin of her leg as I slowly worked my way onto the mattress.
She deserved to be worshipped.
I kissed her thigh, letting my wet lips trail along the skin as I crawled closer. I hovered over her mound, smelling the sensuous fragrance of her arousal clinging to her damp skin and fingers. “Talk to me. What do you want?” I exhaled warm air across her mound.
“Oh… that, no… lick me.”
Fuck yeah! Outwardly, I gave no sign that her words were cause for celebration. I hovered, mouth open, and locked eyes with her. As soon as I was sure I had her attention, I extended my tongue to reveal the piercing I had there.
Her mouth rounded into an “O.”
I pressed the flat pad against her pussy and dragged the barbell through her folds until it hit her clit. Then I pressed harder.
Isobel arched off the bed, and her fingers dug into my hair. Her fancy manicure poked against my scalp, giving me just a twinge of pain. Which was how I loved it. Next time, I’d tell her to pull my hair, maybe even show her how hard I wanted it done. But this time, I took time to teach her all the ways I could please her with my mouth.
I dipped the tip of my tongue into her pussy. She moaned. I pushed in harder, the metal angling and dragging as it cleared the rim and rolled against her walls.
“Oh, fuck. Please!” She was making mindless sounds, some of them not even words. I kept up my tricks, rolling the metal around the edges, dipping in, going as deep as I could, and pulling back out.
Her fingers locked in my hair, sending that biting edge of danger right to my balls. I shouldered her thighs into the air so I could push against the mattress with my cock. If I weren’t careful, I’d push myself right over the edge. But I squeezed those thoughts out and worked her pussy hard.
She spasmed, almost dislodging my mouth. I dove back in and fucked her with my tongue. She screamed, and the tremors of her orgasm shocked through her body and into the tight little pulses of her opening. Her sweet juice coated my face and tongue.
Slowly, the aftershocks subsided, and the tension in her legs eased. I sucked in air and licked her clit. She jolted, shying away from my mouth.
“You…” she panted.
“Me?” I licked my lips to taste the pussy I’d abandoned.
“Dick. Now. Please?”
Anything to please mi’lady. I caged her as I hovered over her splayed form. “Now?”
“Sketch! Please?” She grabbed my hips, trying to force me into place. But I resisted. My hard cock bobbed between us.
“Magic word.”
Isobel looked at me in confusion. “I said, please.”
I grinned. “You didn’t say, fuck me… please?”
Her face told me her thoughts. The first one was shock, the second and third ones? Defiance. I half expected her to tell me no.
In a voice so husky and sexy I had trouble remembering my name, she spoke slowly. “Fuck. Me. Please.”
Oh, I was happy to oblige. I slid the tip of my cock around, finding the right spot to notch. Then held there, not in, but definitely not out. And waited.
“Sketch? Fuck me, please?”
I slid in about an inch. Silently, I dared her to defy me.
“Fuck me.”
My eyebrow went up.
“Please.” She arched, and I slid in more.
