She’s all soft curves and nervous sexual energy in my arms. So fucking sweet and a temptation like no other. So enticing.
Every part of me thrums with the desire to roll her underneath me, push that tease of fabric aside and thrust into her.
“You’ve been so brave and strong.” Everything that has happened to her makes my heart ache. “But you don’t have to be, anymore. Lie back, and let me take care of you.”
Now she’s with me, and I’m going to please her. That’s my whole reason for living.
Those dove grey eyes blink uncertainly as I lift her from my lap and lay her back onto the cushions, dragging extras to go beneath her head so she’s at just the right angle to watch me eat her pussy, and under her hips to give me all the access I want.
I take my time kissing down her body, pulling her old hoody up to access her skin. The dip between her breasts is still covered in that little camisole with a frilly edge and a bow. She clutches my hair as I slip the neckline down and reveal one plush breast, then further, and I admire her dusky pink nipple before I devour it.
She writhes, unable to figure out if she’s seeking more or evading it, overcome. Her fingers tighten on my hair.
“You like that don’t you, my sensitive girl. So responsive to me.”
“Uhh.” Her reply is just a moan of desire as I reveal her other breast and bite gently on it. I could tease her like this forever, and one day I’ll dedicate hours to worshipping this perfect chest. But right now I want to see her luscious pussy.
The innocent cuteness of her flat stomach and belly button leads to the waistband of those damn shorts. I slide it down, and yes. No underwear. I groan and take a moment to palm my cock through my boxers.
During our chase I thought I could see peeks of her sweet, rounded butt cheeks as she ran, revealed by her shorts riding up. And I was right. “Your curves are mouth-watering, you know that?”
“No?”
I huff a laugh into her cotton-covered abdomen. “You are. You’re my perfect girl.”
I keep one hand cupping her hip, holding her to me and urging her closer. The other I trail down her stomach, smiling to myself as she squeaks and tries to withdraw from my touch.
Nope. Not happening.
And I must be losing my mind, because instead of removing her shorts, I keep them on, teasing us both by kissing her through the fabric, getting lower and lower. Her legs are already spread to accommodate my kneeling between them but it takes no more than a tiny nudge and she opens further for me. Over her mons I brush my fingertips, further down, until I feel what I’m searching for. The loose fabric gapes and reveals one side of her pussy, glistening.
“Such a lovely welcome,” I say, and my voice is gravelly with arousal. I push the fabric aside—damp. The sign that makes my cock even harder in my boxers. Her pink folds shift as she tries to get contact on her clit, and she whimpers softly with need.
“That’s it,” I say and let my mouth touch her and she lets out a moan like relief and frustration balled into one.
Yes. That wetness, not from my mouth. This is seeping out of her, just for me. I take one long lick at her seam, a greedy taste of her honey.
“Good girl being so wet for me.” I get my lips onto her then, a simple press of a kiss, but she chokes and her legs scrabble for purchase.
Ha. I can provide that. I clamp my palms over both of her ankles and this time I go right to her clit and suck.
She keens, so hot and wound up. Desperate to come.
It’s a promise, this act tonight. I’ll give her everything she needs if she’ll trust me. No more running away.
I reward her for being mine alone. I gorge. I get my whole mouth and cheeks in that beautiful pussy of hers, covering myself in her juices as I suck and lick at her. I thrust my tongue into her tight passage for the joy of her taste. I lap at her hard, using the flat of my tongue, and she chases me when I try different patterns and rhythms to find what makes her tear apart
“You’re so delicious.” I love that she’s made herself crazy for this, and all I have to do is set her off. She’s my firework, but I’m certain, having watched her for weeks, that she’s like this for me alone. When anyone else touched her she shied away. There was no melting like she is now.
I’m going to make it so sweet and hot and all she deserves. She’s mine to care for, and to breed, though I haven’t said that second bit yet. I don’t want to scare my girl away with my obsession. But it’s going to happen. I’ll be inside her, filling her up with my come. Painting her with the seed that will make her lush and ripe. Fuck, I cannot wait to see my girl pregnant with our child.
While I like pinning her ankles down, there’s a more important thing I want to feel. I release her and place one forearm banded over her lower belly to keep her in place, and bring my other hand to that little hole. A touch and she cries out. I slide in one finger right up to the second joint and she is so slick it goes in easily. She arches—good thing I have her held by the hips. So then it’s a second finger—tight, so tight now—and I fuck her with them. I curl up to rub that sensitive spot inside her, and suck her clit. I’m covered in her and revelling in the sweet and salt taste of her, the yielding pink flesh of her soaked pussy as my fingers stroke into her harder and faster. I’ll never get enough.
Her hands find my head and comb through my hair then grip. A tightening of pain, and I relish it for how possessive she’s being. This isn’t one-sided, of me giving her an orgasm with my tongue. With her hands on me, holding me to her, she’s claiming me as surely as I am her. She’s taking ownership of this otherwise dubious situation, and the bite of her fingers on my scalp sends a message right down to my cock, making it throb. I want to be hers.
She’s losing control, pulling me down in her search for the pleasure that will push her over the edge. I’m suffocating, drowning in her, and it’s the most perfect way to die. So damn happy.
It doesn’t take long like this, my fingers in her sweet wet passage, my tongue insistent, and her hands gripping me.
She clamps down on my fingers and screams. She’s loud, my girl, and I can hardly repress a smugly satisfied grin as she jerks and cries, coming so hard she kicks me in the side repeatedly, hands tugging at my hair.
I don’t let up. I ease her through it, feeling for when she needs more, harder to push her higher, then gradually backing off until she’s collapsed, panting, and I’m softly kissing her inner thighs.
As I stretch out my cramped shoulders, fingers, and jaw, I take a moment to enjoy the sight of her. Ruined. Her eyes are shut, her cheeks are pink, and her dark hair is askew and haphazard over the cushions from where she’s thrashed as she came. Her little cherry-patterned shorts are stretched out of shape and the hoody is still rucked up, revealing the swell of one breast. Her lashes are starred with tiny droplets of tears.
I lie down beside her and gather her into my arms. She comes willingly, soft and pliable as she accepts she’s caught.
“You okay?” I ask, and pray I don’t regret the question.
There’s a shift of her skin on mine as she nods, then takes an inhale. Stops. Again. Taking a breath as though to begin talking, but doesn’t.
“What is it?”
She hides her face against my chest, her soft cheek pressed to my pectoral and speaks into my skin. “Was that using me?”
“Oh, cara.” She has no idea. “Yes. And I’ll use you in other ways too, don’t worry.”
She lets out a shuddering sigh of what sounds like relief.
“I’m looking forward to using your beautiful body in filthy and depraved ways that make you cry for more.”
“Really?” And there’s uncertainty in the question I don’t fully understand.
I stroke down the silk of her hair, reassuring. “I’ll also treasure you.”
Now I’ve had her tucked into me like this. Now I’ve made her come, the hunger isn’t diminished. The sharp edge is off, but now my desire for her is deeper, wider. It’s the ocean flooding up a brackish estuary. I thought I was obsessed before, but it’s worse now. I love her.
She’s told me what she wants: to go to Scotland, as far away from here—and me—as possible. And while I’ll make that first part happen for her, there’s no way it will involve me letting go.
I hold her closer to me and press my fingers into her waist. I breathe in her sweet strawberry and vanilla scent.
“You’re mine now. Mine to give orgasms to.” She sighs and rubs the corner of her mouth to my skin, the hair shifting beneath her lips. “Mine to care for. Mine to adore.”
