She moves her hands to my jaw, pulling my face to hers. Her mouth once again attacks, her tongue assaulting mine, her lips setting me aflame.
Then she’s kissing my neck, dragging my shirt over my head. Moving south, until she’s on her knees in front of me, her fingers at my belt buckle.
Hell yes. She’s going suck my cock. So much for not getting anything from her. I knew she missed me.
I grab her under her arms and pull her up. I’ll fucking embarrass myself if she wraps those lips around me right now. Best work up to that. I slide my fingers into her shorts. Holy fuck. Silken skin meets my touch as I feather across petal-soft pussy lips. She’s clean shaven.
“Shit. I can’t wait to taste you.” I breathe into her ear as I slip a finger between her folds. Slick and wet.
My cock’s rock hard and jealous of my hand.
Lou hooks one leg around my waist as I plunge two fingers deep into her entrance for a quick dip. Then, I turn her so she leans forward over the porch railing. I hook my fingers into the elastic at her waist and drag her shorts down over that hot ass. A dark patch on her skin, about where bikini bottoms might ride, teases my vision, too hard to see. I kiss the tat and then the top of her seam.
I let my mouth follow my fingers as I move further down and push my hands between her ample thighs. I spread her legs so I can get to her entrance. She exhales with a little moan when my tongue finds her creamy center.
Fuck, she’s sweet. God, how could I forget just how good she tastes?
I unbutton my jeans, letting my erection free. I slide my hand over my cock as I lick her pussy and sink my tongue between her folds, swirling to gather every drop of her sweetness.
She leans further over the rail, tilting her ass up and spreading her legs a bit more, giving me better access.
I slip a thumb into her and pump while I tongue her clit, sweeping the tip back and forth in rhythm with my thrusts.
Lou lets out that hot, little sound, and I tighten my grip on my cock. I’ve waited a long time to hear that noise again.
I lick up her backside and tickle her tight little hole. She pulls away, so I move back to her bud. She groans and hikes one knee onto the rail. I ram my thumb in and out of her pussy until her hips jerk and she humps against my face. My other hand works my dick as I suck her nub harder.
I savor her as she pants above me. I drive into her until her muscles clench tight around my thumb. She grunts and bears down against me, drenching my hand. I pull out and lap up the cream waiting for me.
Juicy and tasty as fuck.
I sit back, stroking my hard-on, licking my lips as she rolls over against the rail. Her pussy’s right there. I lean up, giving her clit one last tickle and suck.
I give it a little kiss, whispering, “I missed you too.”
She chuckles and shakes her shorts off her ankle.
I stand, still rubbing my erection.
Her eyes flit to my cock and back to meet my gaze.
I grin. “Good?”
She runs the tip of her tongue across her teeth. “Oh, yeah.”
I smile and wink, though I’m not sure she can see me all that well in the small amount of moonlight shining down on us.
She moves around and pushes me against the rail. “Whatcha doing with your willy there, Buck?”
“I’m getting ready to sink it into those dick-sucking lips or that hot pussy, which I just ate like a boss, I might add. Lady’s choice.”
A giggle escapes her as she backs up a step or two. “Really? Like a boss? Who still says that? And wow. Lady’s choice, is it?”
I pull my hand up my cock and let it pop free, long, proud, and ready for its turn. “That’s right. Whatever you want, Lou. Completely up to you.”
Her gaze drops to my cock. When her eyes meet mine again, she grins. “That fits perfectly with what I was thinking.”
Another step back, and her hand’s on her doorknob.
Oh good. The bed. So much better than the rail.
I take a step to follow, but she’s through the door, and it slams in my face before I get a foot in.
“What the fucking hell, Lou?”
Her laughter sends a spear of heat—not the good kind—shooting through me.
I slap my palm flat against the wood. “What’re you doing?”
She cracks the door. A chain stretches across the opening. “You said, and I quote, ‘Lady’s choice.’ I choose to turn in for the night. Thanks for the tongue fuck.”
The door shuts again. My raging erection flexes as anger builds. I’ve never had a woman want to stop. To just quit.
I step to the window, knocking as I call through the glass, “I don’t get it.”
The light flips on inside. Three seconds go by and the curtain swishes to the side. Her fists rest on her hips, her pussy lips still puffy from where I sucked them until she came. She stands there, wearing only her top, looking at me with a smile like the fucking cat that ate the whole aviary of damned canaries.