Page 54 of A Little Twist

“Fuck, Cass, look at you.”

A wash of pink tints her pretty face, and her knee bends, crossing a thigh over her pussy. “Take off your shirt at least.”

Sitting back on my heels, I grab the back of my Henley and rip it over my head. “Better?”

She exhales a short laugh, running her fingers through my hair and pushing it off my forehead. “Getting there.”

I slide my hands up the outside of her thighs in a worshipful move, and I lean forward, tracing my nose along her skin, inhaling the scent of faded coconut sunscreen, chlorine, and something deeper, the hidden depths of the ocean.

My mouth waters, and I kiss her hip, tracing my lips lower, down her belly, feeling her muscles tremble at my touch. She moans, and her fingers curl in my hair as I part her legs, sliding my tongue up the slit of her pussy.

“Fuck!” she yelps, and I’m addicted to her taste, saltwater and sweetness.

I lap my tongue again and again over her rigid clit, and her knees bend. I catch one leg, putting it over my shoulder, and she moans louder as I focus all my attention on this magical place between her thighs.

Her legs begin to shake, and she pulls my hair, rocking her hips against my face and chanting words I don’t understand. Reaching up, I sink my thumb into her, and she’s so fucking wet. Her juices coat my palm, as I do it again and again.

“That’s right,” I groan. “Ride my hand. Come for me.”

An animal noise grunts from her body and with another circle of my tongue over her clit, her hand flies to her mouth, muffling her scream as she comes hard, bucking against my nose. I smile, giving her another suck, but she pulls back.

“It’s too much,” she gasps. “I can’t…”

“Sure you can.” I kiss the side of her hip, moving my lips higher as I rise to my knees.

When I stand, I’m so close, her hardened nipples graze my bare chest through thin cotton. She leans forward, pressing her face against me and inhaling. Her small hands circle my waist, traveling higher up my back.

“You’re so perfect,” she murmurs, and I slide my palm along her cheek, lifting her face to mine.

“You’re perfect.” I capture her mouth, kissing her deeply.

She rises on her tiptoes, wrapping her arms around my neck as if she’ll climb me.

I’d let her. I want her body all over mine.

Reaching down, I lift her legs around my waist and carry her to the bed. “I’m going to fuck you now. Hard.”

“Oh, God.” Her mouth covers mine again, pulling and tasting, and I’m glad she came as fully as she did because I’m about to lose it.

I quickly lay her on the bed and unfasten my jeans, shoving them down my legs and stepping out as I grab a condom from my nightstand drawer. It’s been years, but thank fuck, I still have a few strays mixed in with the quarters and charging cords.

I tear it open, ready to roll it on fast, when I realize she’s changed positions on the bed. Her head is at my hips, and I almost shoot when her warm tongue curls around the tip of my cock. It’s a shot of electricity that nearly buckles my knees.

“Cass…” I grip the back of her head. “Fuck. I could fuck your brains out.”

It’s been so long since anything but my own fist has touched my dick, and it feels incredible.

She pulls me deeper into her throat, fingers lightly tracing my balls, and I fight the urge to thrust. It takes all my willpower to cup her shoulders and guide her back onto the bed.

Her brow furrows, and I shake my head. “I don’t want to come down your throat the first time.”

She exhales a soft laugh and lies back against the pillows, her beautiful body nude except for that thin tank, which has risen to expose the rounded bottoms of her breasts.

Condom on, I put a knee between her legs, leaning forward to kiss her again. Her hands cup my cheeks, and she rises to meet me, arching her back and pulling us closer.

Her arms wrap around me, and her lips are at my ear. “I want your body on mine. I want you in me, holding me down.”

Each phrase is punctuated with a kiss, her mouth moving closer until it’s over mine. My tongue finds hers as my cock sinks deep into her slippery core. She’s so fucking tight and wet, I have to be still a moment. My eyes squeeze closed with a groan, and when I finally find control, I start to rock.

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