“Vi.” The feel of her smooth, bare skin beneath the palm of his hand had his balls aching. His dick pushed against the zip of his jeans. Her lips slipped over his chin and sharp little teeth stung his neck. It felt amazing, having her come at him with such hunger despite all the declarations. “Fuck.”
“Touch me.” Her hand grabbed his and pressed it against her panty-covered *. The material was gratifyingly damp and warm. Also, it felt silky, like her dress.
“Wait.” Alex eased back, pushing her dress up around her waist. His eyes popped out of his head. He felt it. At the very least, his tongue definitely rolled out like a carpet. “Oh my God, Violet.”
The panties were black like her dress. A simple black band of lace encircled her hips with a panel of silk between her legs and garters to hold up her stockings. He didn’t know where to touch first but his hand remained, cupping her *, with hers firmly atop. His heart was beating so hard, ribs would be broken. His dick was definitely trying to dig through his pants.
“I think you just blew my mind,” he muttered.
She said nothing, just lay there looking stupendous.
Alex leaned back on his knees, tugging at the tie on the silk dress. He had to know if the bra matched. Nothing else had ever been quite this integral to his future survival. The belt fell loose and a button was all that separated him from nirvana. He fumbled it through its hole and pushed her clothes aside. Soft skin. Black lace. Big breasts. Really big.
“Oh damn.”
Vi shifted nervously beneath him, her teeth biting at her lush bottom lip. “Alex?”
“Stay still.” He wrapped one hand around a breast, squeezed just a little.
The lace remained in his way. Pretty as it was, it had to go. The panties though, they could stay. He slipped his hand into the cup of her bra and lifted a breast free. A perfect, large pink nipple was revealed. He bent over her and lapped at the tight peak with his tongue. Her breath caught, audibly. Excellent. Without delay he took as much into his mouth as possible and sucked, hard. Vi’s back bowed in response, pushing her against him. The noise that left her leveled him. A groan crossed with a moan mixed with heaven ripped wide open. It traveled straight through him, making his blood surge, what little of it remained outside of his cock.
Why didn’t he have his phone? If he’d had his phone on him, he could have recorded that noise and listened to it over and over.
Never mind, next time.
He sucked again, not stopping until she sobbed out his name. First one breast and then the other, he loved them both equally. Missed the left bad while he played with the right. Longed for the right while he tongued the left. Indecision could have torn him in two. He could happily spend the rest of his life with his face buried in her cleavage. But her fingernails were digging into the back of his hand, the one still cupping her mound. The crotch of those perfect panties were wet against the palm of his hand.
“Easy, Vi.” He tucked his fingers beneath the damp panel of silk. She felt soft, hot and bare to the touch. And wet. Very, very wet. Just like he was very, very hard. “Shit. I don’t have a condom on me.”
“I’m clean. On the Pill.” Her wide, wild eyes searched his face and her hand dragged at his stretched t-shirt. As if he could refuse her a damn thing.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
She gave a quick nod.
“I’m clean too,” he said.
Another hasty nod from the girl beneath him. “You’re sure?”
He pushed his fingers into her, stroked the hard little pearl of her clit with the pad of his thumb. “Honestly, I can’t think to save myself. But we’re both clean. You’re on the Pill. And we need to fuck. Now.”
“Yes,” she seconded without hesitation.
“Right. The panties stay on.” He tugged at the button on his jeans. Between his one free hand and the two of hers, they got the zip undone and his jeans and underwear down. His cock sprung loose, the hard length standing proud, as if it’d been made just for this moment, for this one woman. If nothing else, that thought alone could prove there was nothing left functioning in his brain. She owned him.
He slipped his fingers from her * and sucked them clean. Nothing could compare to the salty-sweet taste of a woman. The musky scent of her. He’d missed a million things about sex during his dry patch, but Vi lying willing beneath him made up for everything. She wriggled, spreading her legs wide.
Alex set an arm beside her head and tugged aside the satin, lining up the head of his cock with her entrance. He pressed in.
Oh yeah. The heat of her, the feel of her soft, wet * surrounding him. His hand cupped her thigh, holding her wide open. Never had there been anything as hot as his dick sinking into her, past the barrier of those black silk-and-lace panties. There was a lot to like about a woman in lingerie. But something about her took it to the next level.
He felt hypersensitive, aware of every last everything. The scrape of her hard nipples against his chest as he drew out and then pushed back in. The little hitch in her breath each time he filled her. He took his time, setting an easy rhythm. Her hands slid beneath his shirt, fingers stroking his pecs, her thumbs rubbing over his nipples, the pleasure insane. That dreamy gaze remained but her hands moved over him restlessly. And her mouth.
Christ, how had he forgotten her mouth?
Her lips were swollen from their earlier kisses and she breathed heavily. He rubbed his mouth over the curve of her cheek, the edge of her sweet lips. She turned her face, seeking him out. Impossible not to fuck her harder, faster, when she stroked her tongue against his. Electricity seemed to be coursing through him, running up his spine. He’d gotten way too overexcited to last as long as he wanted, which was forever. Staying inside her body for the foreseeable future would have been great.
To keep on kissing her.
To make her come as many times as he could.