Page 25 of Whirlwind

The keys slipped from my fingers, crashing to the floor. She let out a noise, her hips squirming. Anticipation, impatience. I nipped at her bottom lip, and her back arched. She moaned loudly. I liked biting her, eliciting a genuine, primal response. She gave it to me.

We pounced on each other. Our mouths sought, devoured, hungered for more. We dumped our jackets on the floor, she started kicking off her boots.

“Wait.”

“Huh?” She blew a lock of hair out of her eye.

My hands slid under her short skirt and grasped her lace-covered ass cheeks. My balls tightened painfully. “This skirt, these boots….” My tongue flicked over her mouth.

“Oh geez,” she moaned.

I walked her backwards, pushed softly, and she fell back on the antique wooden bench against the wall opposite the front door. Her hair fell in her face, one eye flaring in the strip of shadowy light from the street lamp outside, lips parted. A caged animal. Caged in heat. Hungry. Ready for anything.

I slid to the floor between her legs, pushed her skirt up her thighs, spread her legs wider. A small, almost nervous laugh fell from her, her lips parting, her wide eyes hanging on mine. Her tongue darted out and licked at her gorgeous lip.

I nipped at her creamy inner thighs, my fingertips dragging over the smooth leather of her boots as she ground her toes into the floor, her muscles flexing. Her legs tightened around me and I spread them wider, her body trembling in my firm hold.

Violet’s spicy, flowery perfume and the heat of her body surrounding me were hallucinogenic. My tongue found a tiny silky strip of elastic and hit lace. Hot, wet lace.

She shuddered. “Oh. My. God.”

I flattened my tongue against her pussy, pressing, and she cried out, her back arching, hands in my hair. My fingers slid in there, ripping the lace from her body.

“Oh shit….” her voice squeaked, her hips twisted.

I hissed in air, taking in her heady scent. “I remember that kiss in the back of Pete’s.” My tongue licked her up her wet slit, and she cried out. “So innocent…” My tongue swiped again. “…but hungry.” The taste of her had my cock hard as fuck. “Tonight, no more innocent.” Two of my fingers slid inside her. “No more.”

She panted, her hips lifting, fingers curling in my shirt as I met her gleaming gaze.

I raised up and licked at her mouth, and she moaned at her taste. “Gonna suck on you.” I kissed her, my tongue thrusting against hers. “Gonna eat you. Make you come.” My mouth sank over her pussy. My tongue lashed, dipped, swirled, drilled along her slit. Her taste, her aroma, the silky feel of this most intimate spot on her outrageous body drove me. I teased her clit once, flicked twice. Pressed against it with my tongue.

“Beck!” Her pelvis rocked up to meet my mouth. A boot heel dragged down my back like a blunt dagger.

Hell yes.

I sucked on her clit and her body bucked. My fingers dug into the soft flesh of her ass and legs keeping her still. She cried out as I lapped and sucked. I was high on her cum, on her trembling body, her mumblings of satisfaction and surprise, those heels on my back, the feel of that soft leather against my skin.

Her body twisted and slumped against the wall, her legs limp. “Oh fuck….oh fuck….” Her head rolled against the wall. Had she ever come hard like this before? The desire to be her first amazing mind and body blowing experience took hold of me.

I sat up on my haunches, brought her face to mine and kissed her. I wanted her to taste what I’d done to her. On a moan her mouth sought mine, but I pulled back and slid my fingers between her lips instead. Her eyes fluttered and she sat up, clutched at my hand and took my fingers deep in her mouth and sucked. So greedy. Her boot clad legs twisting around me, holding me close.Motherfuck.

“You like that, Violet?”

“Hmm.”

My cock was a burning weight between my legs. “I want to fuck you so bad.”

“I want you to, so fucking bad.” She put my hand on a breast and squeezed. Her full soft curves filled my palm, her nipple hard as a tiny rock.

“Take your clothes off for me,” I whispered in her ear, and she laughed, a dark, throaty laugh. “Keep the boots on.”

I pulled away from her and helped her stand. She immediately ripped off her skirt, her top, her bra. She lunged at me. The light from the street filtered through the smoked glass panels on either side of the front door, bathing naked Violet in an otherworldly glow. My breath cut. Gorgeous. All this gorgeous just for me. Beautiful tits, curvy hips, muscly long legs. “You’re so beautiful.”

“You’re beautiful—you’re—” She pulled at my shirt, ripping it off me. She was possessed. “I want to see you.”

I slid off my belt, the jeans. Her tongue taunted me, laying a wet trail along my chest, around a nipple, a hot hand flew past the waistband of my boxer briefs and palmed my cock, my balls.

“Goddammit, Vio—”

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