Wilson crooned her neck and gave me a small peck on the cheek before she flung the covers off and rolled to get out of bed.
“Where are you going?”
“I’m going to the bathroom. And I have to brush my teeth,” she said as she held her hand in front of her mouth.
“What, you don’t think I wanna kiss you first thing in the morning?”
“Not with this breath,” she answered as she got out of bed, completely naked and totally beautiful. The curve of her waist and the stretch of her ribs as she moved against the open air captivated me.
I tucked my hands behind my head and watched her move. Her silky smooth skin, from where her hair brushed across her shoulders to the soles of her feet, created an uncontrollable urge within me to snatch her up and drag her back into bed. How did she do that? How did she make every agitated nerve in my body surrender when I looked at her? I watched her ass bounce and rock with each step she took away from me. Her arms swayed, in sync with her shoulder blades, as the sun’s rays through the window heralded her skin. When she pulled her hands up to her hair and collected it on top of her head, exposing her neck, I couldn’t take it. I bound out of the bed and pushed up against her back, biting at her shoulder blade before skating my tongue up across her spine and connecting my mouth with the back of her neck. She arched, urging her ass against my erection. I slipped my hands around the front of her, one clinging to a breast while the other slid across her thigh and in between her legs. She moaned as she dropped her hands from her hair. One of her hands clung to mine between her legs while her other wrapped around and clutched my hip, pulling me against her.
“If you keep doing this to me I’ll never get ready,” Wilson moaned as she pushed and moved against my fingers.
“Mmmm, maybe you are more ready than you think. God, you’re soooo hot,” I said, growling into her ear from behind. She moaned and trembled as my fingers teased and played with her.
“You have a condom this time?” she breathed roughly. I nodded as she bent down just enough to let me cocoon my body around her back. “Go get it, now,” she demanded pulling my hand out from between her legs and stepping out from under my hold.
The cool air rolled across the front of me, her heat replaced by the chill of the room. I snatched her hand and brought her back in. Our bodies mingled, tangling, as our hands and lips tracked our way around each other’s bodies. Wilson dragged her fingernails through my hair, scratching across the back of my head. Chills shot down my spine and through my legs. I kissed her frantically, pushing her until she was pinned against the wall. Her breath became ragged as her stomach flexed. I raced my hands up to either side of her face, tangling my fingers in her hair as I tasted her sweet lips. I couldn’t keep from forcing my body against hers. My shoulders rose, her hands dropped to my ass, and I pushed my knee between her legs. I caught her foot and pushed, making her straddle my thigh. She was steaming as she thrust against my leg. I pulled away from our kiss, keeping my eyes locked on hers, and caressed my thumb against her delicate chin and across her curvy mouth before I plucked her bottom lip loose from the top. It sat quivering, waiting for me to take it between my teeth. I did. She stroked her hips against my leg as I devoured her mouth. Tracing my tongue down her neck, my lips tickled across her breasts. Her nipples reacted to the hot touch of my mouth and the cool air of the room. Her hands, knotted in my hair, pressed just enough as I slid my tongue down across her stomach. Her delicate skin reacted to everything I did to her. I slid my hands down her abdomen and around her back as I dropped to my knees. I needed to drive her crazy; I needed to hear her moan. There was nothing that turned me on more than hearing every little noise she made as I pleased her. It was as if her panting and whimpers clicked something inside of me and inspired me to make her reach ecstasy. It was like a drug that pumped more and more adrenaline through my system. I dragged my lips down to her inner thigh, her hands still nested in my hair. Her low, begging moan drove me fiercely wild. Every time I pulled away, just enough, she’d bend her knees, widening her stance as she swayed her hips until the tip of my tongue would find its way to her just enough to make her whimper and hold her breath.
“Oh. Yes. Max,” she gasped as I held her hips and thrust my tongue over and over again against her. She was so free, and so fucking hot as she kept panting my name. I anchored my hands across her ass and felt the rhythm of her hips as she rocked back and forth. She let out a beastly growl and my body reacted. Her fingernails scratched at my shoulders as she tried to push my mouth harder between her legs.