Turning my body, I rested my head on the pillow on the arm of the couch and motioned for her to get closer.
“Take that off and bring that pussy to my lips.” She blushed slightly, and I rubbed my dick as I watched her pull it down.
I was so far gone with this woman there was no stopping me.
She took a step toward me, keeping eye contact, and slowly lifted her right leg to rest on the other side of my head. Then I raised my arms and grabbed her hips, pushing her pussy closer to my face.
I spread her lips with my fingers and stared at her wetness.
“Fucking beautiful,” I breathed and looked up to see her watching me, her breaths coming rapidly.
Then I leaned forward and licked up her juices to her clit, watching as her eyes rolled to the back of her head. The look on her face fueled my need to get her off. I sucked and flicked my tongue on her clit over and over again as she rocked her hips, searching for her release.
I lifted my hands and grabbed on to her breasts as she continued to rock, her head tilted back and her mouth partially open. It was a beautiful fucking sight, one that would be etched in my mind for a long time. Then I rolled her nipples between my fingers, pinching them slightly, causing her to rock faster on my face.
She held on to my forearms and looked down at my mouth connected to her skin. She bit her bottom lip and her eyebrows came together in a facial expression I’d seen before. I knew she was getting close.
I pulled on her nipples, urging her on, and her eyes slid to mine. I could feel her pussy clenching against my lips, and the look on her face told me she was about to come.
Pulling back from her slightly, I sucked her clit into my mouth and she bucked against me, tilting her head back as her face scrunched up in pleasure, digging her nails into my forearm.
Then the dam broke.
“Oh, God. Yes. Yes. Oh,” she moaned as she continued to rub against me, and I smiled as I sucked up every last drop.
She took a few deep breaths then looked down at me as she pulled away.
“Oh, God, my legs are shaking.”
“Good.” I smirked. “That means I’m doing my job.”
I sat up as she bit her lip, holding back a laugh. I reached into my sweats and grabbed my dick, stroking it as I looked over her body. I knew this would hurt and pull at my stitches, but I didn’t care. I needed to be inside her.
Pulling my dick out, I motioned for her to straddle me, and she did without hesitation.
I looked up at her and she lowered her head, pressing her lips against mine as I rubbed the head of my cock against her clit. She moved forward, trying to angle it into her entrance, but I moved my dick away.
She broke the kiss and looked at me with lust. “Don’t tease me, Mason. Let me fuck you.”
Fuck. Dirty talk coming out of her sweet mouth sounded so fucking sexy, but like the time before, having her take the control was something so out of the ordinary for me. I hesitated, but only for a moment as her pussy slid down my cock, enveloping it like a glove.
I squeezed her hip as she took me all the way in then pulled back up slowly.
“Fuck, you feel so good.”
And she did. It wasn’t the sex. It was the connection we had, like we could read each other’s emotions, and it made everything that much better.
She continued to ride my dick, and I knew by the pulsing of her pussy that she was getting close again. I held onto her hips and sucked a nipple into my mouth, thrusting into her as my release built.
I tried to keep up my movement, but the stitches were making it hard. I pulled the sweats further down, past my wound, and grabbed onto her hips again, thrusting up into her, harder. She grabbed my shoulders and tilted her head back. I watched as her mouth hung open and her face contorted in pleasure. Her pussy clamped down on my dick, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. I groaned as I came inside her, just as her pussy pulsated around my dick, the few seconds of complete euphoria taking over my senses.
She stayed wrapped in my arms as we both waited for our hearts to stop racing. Her hands glided up into my hair and she kissed the top of my head, a caring act I hadn’t been on the receiving end of in a long time. It made me wish for more moments like that. Moments of complete escape. Moments I could be myself. Those moments were scarce, but that would change soon enough.
Emma pulled back and brought her hands around to frame my face, a serious expression on hers. She sat there quietly as she looked over every feature, then she stared into my eyes.
“I like you,” she finally stated.
My lip curved up into a grin, and I quirked a brow. “Are you sure about that?”