Page 89 of Gin and Lava

“You want me on the floor?” I growl. “Or do you have some fond memories you want to recreate?”

Naomi lets out a breathy moan and looks back at me hotly. “Stay on the floor,” she commands. “I'm in control, and you'll do what I say.”

“I'm not good at doing what other people want,” I warn, stroking my cock at the sight of her pussy peeking out between her thighs. “Hence most people can't stand me.”

Naomi turns, letting her thong fall to her ankles. Her eyes go straight to my cock and she whimpers.

“Thirsty?” I tease as her eyes dilate, betraying how hard she’s trying to not launch herself at me. She kicks up a foot and her thong flies across the room. I snatch it out of the air and bring the lacy fabric up to my nose, inhaling deeply. “You're wet, dirty girl!” I say, smelling her arousal.

“It’s not possible to massage your body and not get horny, Mason.” She bites her lip as I continue to inhale her pussy’s scent. “The second I put your cock in my mouth, I wanted you between my legs,” she admits.

“Then bring that thirsty pussy over here and I'll give your kitty cat a straw to suck on.”

“Mmmmm," Naomi moans, reaching back and unhooking her bra, dropping it to the rug by my ankles.

“Angel,” I breathe, taking in the full view of her exposed body. There have always been clothes involved when we’ve fucked. This is the first time we’ve both been completely naked. “I want you naked all the time,” I praise.

“Almost,” Naomi says, raising a finger and walking to the work desk that’s on the far side of the room. The desk is covered in wire and metal and soldering irons. It takes me a second to realize it’s where she makes her jewelry.

I’m so distracted by her gorgeous body that I almost miss her pick something up.

“What's that?” I ask, and she turns around to show me a thin gold chain with dangles that catch the low light.

“It's a new jewelry design I'm playing with,” she says, hooking the delicate chain around her waist like a necklace. It hangs across her midsection and hips with tiny sparkles and charms, looking like stars in the sea of her perfect skin. Several of the shining jewels dangle above the apex of her legs as she saunters seductively toward me.

“That's hot,” I growl, unable to take my eyes off it. “You're going to sell a ton of those.”

“Just you wait,” Naomi purrs, kneeling down on the soft rug next to me, completely naked. She produces a gold packet in her fingers and tears it open. The condom must’ve been on her work bench, and she takes her time rolling the condom over my length. How the hell does Naomi make putting on protection sexy?

“You going to ride me now, Dirty Girl?” I ask.

Naomi nods. “Ever since that night in my truck, I can't stop thinking about how good you felt.”

“Giddy up!”

“Oh, you have no idea, cowboy,” she moans hotly.

“I've got some idea," I growl, but then Naomi lifts her leg to straddle me, only—

She does it in the opposite direction than I’m expecting.

She doesn’t face me. Oh no, my dirty Viking Princess spreads her legs over my cock with her ass in my direction.

“Naomi Tate, are you—?” She positions my cock between her thighs, looking over her shoulder with a naughty grin. “Reverse cowgirl!?”

I caress her ass, because fuck, this girl is full of surprises.

The piece of jewelry she put around her waist is more elaborate on the backside. It drapes over the globes of her ass in glittering gold, and I can’t help but touch it.

“This is even hotter from this direction,” I praise, tangling my fingers in the charms.

“It makes me feel like a belly dancer, or a genie granting wishes,” Naomi admits, rolling her hips and slowly taking my tip into her entrance.

We both groan at the electricity of the contact. Just the kiss of her pussy has me wanting to thrust upward so she’ll swallow my dick whole. I distract myself from her wet gorgeousness by tracing both of my hands up the golden chains to her hips.

“You should call this piece the reverse cowgirl,” I suggest. “It would be an X-rated way to sell it, but every guy is going to want one for his girlfriend.”

“My jewelry is supposed to be classy,” she says, still hovering. “High-end.”

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