Holding my smoldering gaze, she climbs off my lap and reaches for the hem of her clingy shirt. The one that’s been mocking me all fucking night. I could barely resist the urge at dinner to reach over and pull down the low-cut top a couple of inches, exposing the fantastic bra that I can now see is cupping her perfectly formed breasts. Ones that I will be sinking my cock between sometime very, very soon.
She shimmies out of her tight jeans that mold to the shapeliest ass I have ever laid eyes on. Alyse is perfectly proportioned with full breasts, a waist that curves in, and hips that flare. Perfect for holding onto when I’m fucking her blind from behind. Her stomach is just slightly rounded and her thighs are trim and toned.
She is utter, sheer flawlessness, right down to her pinky toe. In the glow of the firelight, one side of perfection is illuminated like a golden angel rising from the white-hot flames. The other side is dark, shadowed. Shrouded in mystery. It’s a perfect reflection of who Alyse Kingsley is.
She shows people the shiny, untainted surface.
I want the murky, damaged depth. The shadows.
I want in all the way.
I want the real Alyse, to solve the mystery that is her.
And that’s the one who will be mine.
The one I’m sure no one else has ever had.
I’m still reclining, hand behind my head, as I hungrily watch her slowly bend down to step out of her denim, foot by foot, and I am entranced. Wrapped up in everything that is Alyse. I’m so enthralled I almost don’t realize she’s starting to remove her bra, but I want that pleasure of completely unwrapping her for the first time.
“Stop.” I hold out my hand, which she takes. “Let me,” I rasp. Sitting up straight, I pull her to stand between my legs. My hands wrap around the back of her knees and move slowly upward as my lips find her heated flesh, placing scattered wet kisses right above her panty line. She sucks in a sharp, ragged breath. The sting of her grip in my hair causes an involuntary smile that I know she has to feel.
My palms itch with the need to redden her ass, but I won’t do that tonight. There are so many things I want to do with her that I won’t do tonight, but you can bet I am plotting every fucking one of them out in agonizing detail in my head.
When my hands reach her purple lacy panties, I tug them down, helping her step out of them. My face is just above eye level with her nearly bare mound. I want to take my time with her almost as much as I want to strip and just pound into her like a madman. But I want to worship her like she deserves. I’m so hard with the need to be inside her, my balls ache and I am suffering big time, but ladies first, as my mother taught me. Although I’m quite sure this wasn’t what she had in mind when she said it.
Running my thumbs along her smooth, sensitive, womanly flesh, she exhales in a rush when I dip a finger inside, feeling her intense want for me.
“God, you’re beautiful,” I murmur against her naked flesh. “So damn beautiful, Alyse.”
And mine, I think.
Mine.
Because after tonight, I don’t think I’ll be able to let her go.
I force my lips from her skin, but am still slowly pumping that single finger in and out, and when I glance up her body, she’s raptly watching every move I make with hooded, smoky eyes, and fuck if that doesn’t turn me on even more.
“Does that feel good, my sweet Alyse?”
“Yes,” she breathes before her head falls back.
I insert another finger, then a third, before feathering my thumb over her hard clit. I keep my rhythm slow, my touch light, teasing, and even then her tight walls clench around me as she nears her release.
“Asher, God, yes.”
Placing her hands on my shoulders, she steadies herself. When she starts moving her hips, fucking my fingers it’s the most glorious sight I have ever seen, but suddenly I can’t wait a second longer. I need my mouth on her, in her, all over her.
I lie back on the wide couch and pull her over me so her knees are on either side of my head and, grabbing her hips, I slam her glistening, aroused pussy to my lips, groaning at my first taste.
Her body falls slightly forward as she props herself up on the back of the couch, holding on against my assault. I’m relentless, needing to devour every inch of her. I hold her open, my tongue darting in her slick channel before I flatten it, dragging it up to circle her clit, which is so fucking hard. Her cries and moans and breathless hitches spur me on. I thrust two fingers inside her tight, dripping sex and hook them, pumping my hand as furiously as I’m lashing my tongue.
She rides my face with complete and utter abandon and I love every fucking uninhibited second of it.
Then I tighten my grip on her hips, take her swollen clit between my teeth and bite while still flicking my tongue on the very tip. Her whole body shakes as she explodes, my name bouncing off the walls.