Page 83 of When It's Us
My voice comes out strained with need and I hardly recognize it. “I can’t wait to get my dick inside you. Do you have a preference on which one of your pretty little holes I fuck first?”
I back her up until her knees hit the mattress, and she clutches onto my shirt to stay upright before crashing her mouth to mine.
When we finally come up for air, I kiss down her neck, over her collarbone, where I nip it lightly.
“Should I bend you over and make a mess of that needy pussy?” I ask, low, all gravel and need, then squeeze a handful of her luscious ass. I wrap my other hand around the front of her throat,her pulse jumping at the contact. “Or would you rather I put you on your knees and remind you who owns this throat?”
“Holy shit,” she breathes right before I devour her mouth with mine.
“Should I tie your hands and spank that slutty little clit, so you behave?” I ask against her mouth. “Maybe I’ll get you right to the edge, then flip you over and fuck that tight ass of yours, so you remember who is really in charge here? You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” I murmur. “Want me to fill this pussy up with my fingers and stuff my cock in your ass?
“Mmm, fuck. Do something, please,” she pants against my lips.
I spin us so my back is to the bed, then yank her sweats down, leaving her in nothing but panties and her crop top. I pull her forward gently by the waist and she lifts her arms so I can take off her shirt. We fall to the bed and I grunt lightly as I take her weight, not because she’s particularly heavy, but because she feels so fucking good, all soft curves and long legs against me.
She fits so fucking well between my legs, round tits, flared hips, soft skin, red curls creating a curtain around her face. She leans in and kisses me again, making me moan.
“I’m gonna need you to say it.” My voice a low command against her mouth.
She pulls back slightly, breathing hard to gaze down at me. “What do you mean?”
Her eyes roam my face, and I lift a palm to bracket her jaw again, my thumb brushing her bottom lip.
“I joke around a lot.” Feeling a little self-conscious with her this close, I shrug, our bodies pressed together. It’s intimate and scares the fuck out of me, but I want her. “But not about this.”
Fucking, taking her body and giving her mine, and that means I need her to be sure now, more than ever. I need her to know I want this, but I need to be sure that she’s ready to take this step.
“About what?” Her words are murmured low, the scent of her surrounding me.
God, the feel of her soft skin against the callouses of my palm on her cheek, the other exploring the plushness of her hip, has all thought floating away, and my cock throbs. The tenderness of it leaves me slightly dazed, breathless.
“Consent, California. I never, ever joke about consent.”
She jerks out a nod then blurts, “Okay, yes,” before ducking her head as if she’s embarrassed.
I tip her chin up in the moonlight, her pale skin glowing against those bee-stung kiss-bitten lips.
She swallows hard, her eyes flashing for a moment with vulnerability before she utters, “I want it. I want you.”
“‘Course you do, filthy girl,” I growl and then plunge my tongue into her mouth.
Grabbing her by the thighs, I flip her on her back, and her legs come up to wrap around my waist.
She grinds herself against the bulge tenting my jeans and lets out a low moan before putting a little space between us. My mouth immediately drops to take one of her perfectly fat nipples into my mouth. I suck hard, and she drives her hand into my hair, holding me in place.
I move lower, pressing my face to the spot above her spread thighs, inhaling her scent. She’s already so wet I can see it on the satin of her panties. Moving up her body, I plant kisses over her fabric-covered skin, trailing my fingers along the outside of her thigh as I do.
My fingers move to the apex of her thighs, and she arches against them. “How many times have you gotten yourself off thinking about me sliding my fingers into this desperate little cunt? Hmm?”
She lets out a whimper but is clearly at a loss for words. She writhes against my touch.
“How many times have you thought about me using this pretty little hole as my own personal fucktoy?” I ask, centimeters from her lips.
“So many,” she pants against my lips before I drive my tongue into her mouth again. I swear to God I’ll never get enough of her mouth on mine.
“That’s what I thought.” I sit back on my heels and strip her of her panties. I toss them to the bed and reach for my belt, unbuckling it and sliding it through the loops. Her eyes track the movement, a hungry glint in them when I drag it off to drop it to the floor.
“Wait.” The word comes out breathless, a little desperate, and goes straight to my dick.
