Page 30 of The Wildest One
And the feel of her skin, a kind of softness I’d never touched before.
I moved in closer, my tip brushing against the bareness of her ass, my hands reaching around her waist to hold her navel. As my crown teased her cheeks, my mouth went to her shoulder, kissing across the back of it and up to her ear.
That was when she started to stir. “Mmm.” She reached behind her head, her fingers diving into my hair. “What time is it?”
“A little past three.”
“I was dreaming about you.”
I lifted her hair and kissed behind her neck. “Tell me about it.”
“You want to hear about my dream?”
I arched my hips forward, sending my cock toward her pussy. I didn’t have a condom on—I would get one, but I needed this first. Just a little piece, enough to show me what I was missing by wearing one. When my tip met her wetness, I moaned, “Fuck yes.” I lifted my hand to her tit, pinching the edge of her nipple.
She was pushing into me, her nails stabbing into my skull. “We were on the couch in the living room of this suite, and you put me on the back of it. You know, the hard wall part behind the pillows.”
I dropped her hair and began to kiss down the center of her back. “Keep going.”
“And you … spread my legs over it.”
My dick was so close to sliding into her; my pre-cum mixing with her wetness was like an invitation to thrust in. “What did I do to you on that couch, Jolie?”
“You got on your knees.”
My eyes closed as my hips gave one final push, and just the very end of me slipped in. Once it did, my forehead pressed against her back, and I hissed air out of my nose. The tightness was already there, her pussy sucking the end of me, causing my shaft to pulse. It was taking every fucking ounce of willpower I had not to drive in the rest of my dick.
I pulled back and growled, “Tell me what I did while I was on my knees.”
“You know.”
She was getting more comfortable at voicing things compared to when we’d first met; however, she still took a little coaxing.
“I want to hear the words, Jolie.” As I kissed down the rest of her back, my body lowered. So did my hand, cupping the front of her pussy, my lips finally reaching her ass.
“You were licking me.”
I was gentle when I nibbled, but I still made sure she could feel the bite of my teeth across each of her cheeks. “Did I make you come?”
“Yes. It was amazing. I swear, there’s nothing like your mouth.”
I rolled her onto her back, separating her legs, and I knelt between them. “Is that what you want right now? For my mouth to make you come?”
Her knees stayed apart and bent. “Yes.”
“Ask for it.”
I got into position, wrapping my arms around the inside of her thighs, overexaggerating each exhale so they hit her clit.
Even though the room was too dark to see her eyes, I could sense them on me, her fingers gripping the hell out of my locks.
“Tell me, Jolie.”
“I want you to lick me.”
“Where?”
She used her other hand to point. But it wasn’t a single finger. She used three, holding them at the top of her cunt, giving it a little rub. “Right here. On my pussy.”
