Hot as Puck(51)

Well, and her bra, but that isn’t long for this world.

I reach behind her, popping the clasp between her shoulder blades and easing the straps down her arms, slowly baring her full breasts. They are alabaster in the streetlight filtering through the curtains and so perfect they look like they could have been carved from marble. But she’s not made of stone, my Libby. She is soft and warm and when I draw her nipple into my mouth and swirl my tongue around her tightened tip, she tastes like paradise.

She’s the ocean on a day without any responsibilities. She’s fresh air and hope and happiness that is carnal and innocent at the same time. I want to do filthy things to this woman, but somehow I know no matter how down and dirty we get, on some level being with her will always be sweet.

Because she’s Libby, and I love her.

I do, I love her. And maybe not just as a friend. Not anymore.

“I want you so much.” She arches into my mouth as I transfer my attention to her left nipple, licking and sucking as I roll the other tight, damp tip between my fingers. “I want all of you. Inside me. Please.”

“I want that, too,” I say, wincing as my need spikes so hard and fast it’s almost painful. “But I need you wet, Libs.”

“I’m already wet.” She takes my hand, guiding it between her legs, making me groan as I feel how hot and slick she is. “All I could think about on the ride home was how much I need to be with you like this. I need you inside me so badly it feels like I’m going to die if it doesn’t happen, Jus.”

“It’s going to happen,” I assure her, the thought of pushing my pulsing cock inside her enough to make my head spin. “But you’re going to come for me first, baby. I need you even wetter. I don’t want to hurt you, not even a little bit.”

“It’s okay. I know it might—” Her breath rushes out as I begin to circle her clit with my thumb. “I know, I… I…”

“Yes?” I draw her legs farther apart as I kiss my way down her belly, replacing my thumb with my mouth and swirling my tongue around the small, tight nub at the top of her stunning pussy.

“There’s something I should tell you.” Her fingers fist in the quilt beneath her as she presses closer to my mouth. “God, how do you do that?”

“Do what?” I suckle her clit lightly, loving the way she cries out in response.

“Make me crazy so fast?” Her breasts rise and fall as her breath begins to come in swift, shallow gasps. “It’s so good, Jus. So amazing I almost can’t believe it’s real.”

My next swirl ends with a deep plunge of my tongue into her pussy. And fuck, she’s as delicious as she was last night, so delicious I can’t stop myself from driving into her pussy again and again, deeper and deeper, until I’m fucking her with my tongue while I rub her clit with my fingers and she writhes against me, demanding her pleasure in a way that makes me even hotter.

Fuck, yes. This is how I want Libby to feel—free, wild, shameless, and determined to take what she needs from me. I live to serve her pleasure, to get her off, to know I’m the one making her lose control.

She calls my name, pressing closer to my mouth, and I reach up, palming her breasts, trapping her nipples tight between my fingers.

A beat later, she detonates.

I can feel the moment she goes—the way her muscles pull tight and her hips lift powerfully into my mouth—and then her wetness flows over my tongue, making me groan. She tastes so good, so primal and sexy, that I want to lap up every drop, but instead I force my mouth from between her legs, tugging off my boxers as I reach for my discarded jeans at the foot of the bed. I jerk out my wallet, rip open the condom wrapper inside, and guide the rubber over my cock, gritting my teeth as it rolls over my hypersensitive tip.

I’m so turned on, so desperate to be with Libby, that it feels like every nerve ending in my body has been buffed with sandpaper. I’m raw and aching and the only cure is to get inside her, to push into her heat and let her bring me in out of the cold.

I move over her, kissing her with the taste of her body still salty and sweet on my tongue. She wraps her arms around me and spreads her legs, pressing her wetness to the thick ridge of my cock, silently asking for what we both need.

“Yes, beautiful,” I mumble against her lips as I fit my erection to her entrance. “I can’t wait to be inside you, Libby. I need you so much.”

“Me, too,” she whispers. “So much.”

I glide slowly forward, waiting for her body to adjust. After a moment, the slickness between her legs eases my way and the head of my cock pushes past the hint of resistance. I start to thrust deeper, but I don’t get far before Libby tenses beneath me. I pause, sensing that something’s not right, but before I can ask if she’s okay, Libby lifts her hips, taking more of me with a cry that clearly isn’t a happy, getting-off sort of sound.