She seems open to that. Her eyes shine brighter. “And then what happens?”
I trail my fingers from the soft spot on her clavicle, all the way between her breasts where I slide them underneath her curves. “We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. I’m sure it will happen sooner or later. But until then, it’s just you and it’s just me. I know you, Steph, better than you think I do. But I still don’t know everything.” I let my fingers coast down the middle of her stomach and through the short patch of a landing strip where I pause. “I want to know what turns you on. And what doesn’t. And all the secret things you’ve never dreamed of telling me about. I want to know you on this level. I want in deep.”
With that, I reach down and slide my fingers through her folds. She’s already wet. This suits my morning wood just fine. I grin at her. “Do you want me in deep?”
She grins right back at me. “What did I tell you about not being cheesy?”
I look up, pretending to think about it. “Something about you liking it?”
She bites her lip and I take that as I sign that she wants me to bite it too. I roll on top of her, loving this view of her underneath.
She runs her hands up along my sides, over my arms and then down my back. She pauses just before my ass and presses. “Wow, you have quite the dimples back here.”
“Impressed?”
“Very! Back dimples are kind of my thing.”
“You’re kind of my thing,” I immediately blurt out. Smooth, Linden. Man, since when have I turned into a pubescent boy?
“Kind of?”
I start kissing her neck, enjoying the taste of her skin, her natural sweet, musky smell. “You’re my thing. Period.”
I move back on the bed, taking my lips from her collarbone all the way down the middle of her body. She squirms underneath me in anticipation, just as my mouth waters for her. I had only a taste last night but I immediately craved more, her juicy lips on mine.
I lick a line down each hipbone and then bury my face between her legs. Her musky smell makes my dick twitch, wanting so desperately to be inside of her but first I indulge my tongue.
She tastes so unbelievably good. I’ve never been a man to shy away from eating pussy but there’s something about Stephanie that makes her a cut above. Her taste is addictive, like sweet salt, and I groan into her as my tongue swirls around her clit before pushing inside of her.
She’s growing wetter by the second, her hands are in my hair, holding tight, and her legs are splayed wider, wanting more. I pull back, wanting to be a tease and gently blow on her until she’s whimpering.
“Say please,” I tell her, my voice growly.
“Please,” she says and I love that there is no hesitation in her voice. I wonder what other things I could get her to say. My mind goes wild.
But first, I want to get her off, then I want to get inside her and get her off again. I attack her with my tongue, pulsing it in and out of her tightness and soon she’s coming, her thighs wrapped on either side of my head, her skin throbbing beneath my lips.
I smile against her and look up. She’s gripping the sheets for dear life, her back arched and her perfect mouth open. My god, I want so badly to put my cock in there but I’m not one to press it. If she wants to return the favor she can.
Actually, by the way she was staring at my cock last night, I have no doubt she will.
Have I mentioned how lucky I am?
While she’s still lying back on the bed and coming down from her high with heavy breaths, I reach for the packets of condoms on the table and quickly roll one on. At some point we’ll have to get tested so we don’t have to use them anymore. I don’t mind practicing safe sex but there is no better feeling than actually shooting your load in someone and watching it drip down their legs. Messy sex is usually the best sex.
I get between her legs again, grab her thighs and pull her back toward me, keeping her legs up in the air. I position myself at her entrance, so wet and ready for me, that I can’t help but groan a little.
“I want to fuck your wet cunt so good baby.” I bite my lip and stare down at her as I push in. Her eyes widen, from surprise at my words or from my cock entering her, I don’t know. I’ll take either.
Fuck she feels good. I can’t imagine what it will be like to really feel her with my skin, inch by wet, tight, inch. Getting tested isn’t exactly sexy talk, so I save that suggestion for later.
I stare down at myself where I push into her, her legs in my hands, my ass driving me in deep. There’s never been a sexier sight for a man than this, especially when it’s Stephanie. Her full breasts sway with each movement and as I thrust faster, they begin to bounce. Her eyes shine, enraptured and maybe just a bit shy.