Page 43 of Every Inch of You
“I did. I brought a change of panties to work because I knew I’d get wet thinking aboutyou.”
All the blood in my body rushed to my dick at that point, so I couldn’t really hear what she said next, but I said: “You are a very, very naughtygirl.”
I pulled my fingers out, flipped her around, removed her skirt and then took a bite of her perfect peach ass while squeezing it. I pulled off her tank top, kissed her all the way up her back, while massaging her breasts, both of us kneeling on thesofa.
“God, your body is perfect right now, don’t change,” Igroaned.
“I still can’t fit into the dress yet,” she saidbreathily.
“Fuck the dress. I love yourbody.”
She turned around, pushed me back and straddled me. “Do youreally?”
I couldn’t believe I’d said it out loud, but I nodded. “Yes. I love all of it.” I kissed her breasts. She had a musky-rose scent this time, it was driving me crazy. She leaned back to let me enjoy her upper body for a while, and then she grabbed my button-down shirt with both of her hands and ripped it apart. I heard a few buttons skid across the hardwoodfloor.
“Hey!” I snapped. “I like thisshirt!”
“I liked the panties you destroyed last night,” she said. “You can sew the buttons back on your shirt.” She pulled it off of me and ran her hands all over my torso. “God, you should be bronzed,” shesaid.
I laughed. “But then I wouldn’t be able to move and do all the things I want to do toyou.”
“Do them,” she said. “Do everything you’ve ever wanted to do to me.” She put her hands inside my jeans and stroked gently. I was so hard, my erection had been painful all cooped up in there. She carefully unbuttoned my jeans and released the beast. It was like she was opening a present, and she was really, really pleased with what she hadunwrapped.
She stared down at it while she squeezed one hand around the head and ran the other hand up and down the shaft, getting a feel for it, paying attention to my reactions. Her hands were soft, but her grip was firm. She didn’t look away from my cock when she told me that she was still on the pill and got tested after she found out that her ex had cheated on her, even though they hadn’t had sex since he’d started fucking the other woman. “So I’ve got a clean bill of health,” she stated, matter-of-factly.
I told her that I did too, but I didn’t tell her that I wasn’t ready tonothave some kind of a barrier between me and her warm wet self. That would be the end ofme.
But I finally let her go down on me. I wanted her juicy red lips on me. She kneeled on the floor between my legs, I lay back into the sofa with my fingers in her silky hair, and Christ Almighty, did she know what she was doing—alternately licking me like an ice cream cone and sucking, always using her hands. She was a full-on an artist with her mouth and tongue, working the head, the shaft and the balls. She was hungry and very comprehensive. Her ex must have been insane to want anyone else doing this to him. She wasn’t kidding when she wrote that she was “too good at fellatio.” I could barely standit.
I pulled her up and she rode me on the sofa. It didn’t take long for her to accommodate my size this time, and I couldn’t believe the filthy things that came out of her beautiful mouth as she told me what she’d fantasized about doing to me all day. I thrust up into her while she held herself in position, her thighs tensed, her head tilted back, breasts bouncing deliriously in my face. She dragged her fingernails across the skin of my back and I came like a rocket, and had to work really hard to keep from shouting out that I lovedher.
I was spent. I had never been so spent after sex. On some level, everything that I was just wanted to be released inside of her. It was deep and primal and it was stupid to fight it, but I wouldn’t give up thateasily.
However, I would have to gain control of my breathing again,first.
Before I could say anything, she said that she should go home to give Justin Timberlake some love since she hadn’t been around as much for him lately. She kissed me, thanked me for dinner, then got dressed and left as quickly as afireman.
Dammit, it just made me want hermore.
