Page 146 of Green Flag
I stiffened.
I’d edged her vagina so many times that one night, but I’d never pressed in. My cock was less than an inch inside her. Hardly a centimetre.
My fingers slipped from her ass.
“Just the… just the tip,” she said, starting to rotate her hips, dragging my cock with her.
“Fuck, Everly,” I grunted and I wanted to spank her again, but if I did… she might jolt off my cock and never return.
“Just the tip,” she said again and started to bounce, sinking slightly. Ever so slightly.
My heart was pounding in my chest, eyes rolling back as she whimpered. Her pussy choked my cock so deliciously. It was animal instinct to push further, but I had to contain the predatory, primal need.
She said, ‘Just the tip,’ as if it were her new mantra—as if she couldn’t live without it, couldn’t cope with more.
And yet, I was praying to a god I didn’t believe in, that really she was trying to persuade herself she didn’t want more.
Like I did.
“Just the head,” she said and my eyes opened as she sank further and I was going to lose my mind. There were no thoughts in my rioting brain other than the pleasure of her in my hands.
And more, more,more.
She wanted me to be rough, but I was taking a complete back seat at the changing pace.
Her bouncing picked up, her thighs lifting and lowering more ferociously as she took more of me.
Her breaths. Her smell. Her hair. Her warmth.
Her.
I was going to fuck Everly Bacque. I tried to lie still, tried to think about not coming, tried to be the good person I wanted to be.
The thread of my control was stretching, so close to snapping.
My arms fell from her, so I didn’t grab her hips and ram her down on my cock.
Not how I’d expected this to go down.
Fuck, she must have thought I wasn’t into it.
I was. But how did I show that? Without thrusting up into her and ravaging her like I needed?
Because the thread was straining, like my cock. Words were beyond me. We’d both been drinking. She was worth everything, far more than a tipsy tousle in the sheets.
If I ever had the honour of making love to Everly Bacque, I wanted to be able to remember every second.
I pulled her chest down onto mine and rolled us over so I was on top. In the same movement, I tugged her to the edge of the bed and lifted her legs, tying them together by the ankles with my hand while pressing my cock between the apex of her thighs and not into her.
She tensed her thighs, squeezing my cock between them, and looking down, at how my cock glistened… yep, I could come. Happily. Easily.
Spurt out my seed all over her pussy, chest, face. Wherever she wanted it.
The familiar tightening of my balls made me look back up to the outline of her body. Watching my cock disappear between her legs was too much temptation to slam into her.
So I went down to my knees, hooked my arms around her thighs and pulled her to the hang over the edge of the bed so Icould lap up how wet she was for me. I didn’t rush, my tongue flat against her. I savoured her, tracing every part of her pussy with my tongue.
We had a room together for the foreseeable future, but this was the only night I knew I had unrestricted, pantyless time with her pussy.
