The Hot One

She arches her hips instantly. “Oh God.”


I moan as I taste her. As I lick her. As I fucking savor the sweetness that I’ve missed. My God, she’s like opium. She’s addictive. She’s incredible. I nearly forgot how much I love going down on this woman, but I’m never forgetting it again. Because we are perfect like this. I flick my tongue against the delicious rise of her clit, and that winds her up. She bucks up against me.

“Tyler,” she groans. “It’s so good.”

I raise my eyes and watch her every reaction as I kiss her sweetness. Her naked body moves like a dancer’s when I do this to her. She’s languid and loose and so fucking sensual, meeting every lick, every stroke. Her lithe limbs twist, and she spears her fingers in her hair. It’s like a fucking dirty ballet, the way we are when I eat her out. There’s never been a doubt in my mind how good we are together in bed, but especially like this, ever since I introduced her to the joys and delights of my mouth. That first time, it was like she didn’t know what hit her, but she wanted it. She wanted it badly. In my car one evening on the side of a dark road, I pulled her jeans to her knees and told her I’d make her feel so fucking good.

She was nervous, biting her lip even as she nodded.

Now she’s the lovely junkie she became with me, and I want her addicted to my mouth for all time.

I groan as I lick a line up her wetness, my dick hardening even more in my jeans. I’ve got to free that bastard soon. It’s tight and uncomfortable, but I will endure because . . . this.

Her.

She lets go of her hair and slams her hands to the covers by her side, her fists curling around the white comforter. “Go wild, baby,” I whisper, as I slide my hands under her ass, cupping her cheeks. “Give me all you’ve got.”

She grabs my hair and sinks her fingers deep into my strands, pulling my face closer to her wondrous pussy. She grows wetter with each lick, each flick. I don’t need to use my fingers with Delaney. She loves the tongue. She’s always loved just the tongue.

“God, it’s incredible,” she cries out, then lets go of my head with one hand. She brings her right hand up to her tits and starts kneading one. “You drive me so wild.”

Oh, fuck.

There is nothing hotter in all creation than a woman playing with her tits while you go down on her. It’s the ultimate sign of her abandon, proof of how exquisitely turned on she is. She’s so fucking aroused, she has to touch herself.

And she flies off the edge like that. Squeezing her breast, moaning my name, arching up into my motherfucking face. I can barely breathe, and I don’t care. I’m where I want to be. I’m a live wire. Everything in me sizzles as her pleasure floods my tongue.

“Oh God, I think I’m coming.”

Just like she said the first time.

Just like she says every time I’ve done this. Even though there’s no thinking about it. She is coming, so fucking hard on my face. She rocks and bucks and arches, and I weather her storm of an orgasm because this is what I want more than anything.

Her words cease to be words. They turn into incoherent cries as she shatters beneath me, coming undone on my bed.

Where she belongs.

When she wriggles under me, that’s my cue to give her a break. She’s too sensitive right now. I raise my face, wipe a hand over my mouth, and crawl up her body, enjoying the flush of her skin. I swear she fucking glows.

“Like that?” I ask, my voice thick with lust for her.

She smiles dopily as her eyes flutter open.

“Yes.”

It’s the sweetest sound—her yes. She reaches for me, placing her hands on my face. “You,” she murmurs. “What am I going to do with you?”

I shrug one shoulder and wink. “Keep me around?”

“That’s the plan.”

That plan meshes with mine quite nicely. But my plan also includes another orgasm for her. A few minutes later, I slide down the covers, flat on my back, and tap my lips. “Get on me. I want to do that again.”

She shoots me a look like she can’t believe it. “Are you serious?”

I nod. “Deadly serious. I fucking love your pussy. Get on my face and fuck me hard, woman.”

She shivers, and a wave of excitement visibly moves down her body. “Under one condition.”





24





Delaney



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I want him naked, too. Is that so much for a woman to ask? I think not.

So I tell him, and he strips off his jeans and boxer briefs, his thick cock jutting proudly against his hard belly. I’m not ashamed to say my mouth waters when I see it. God, I love his dick. I do. I just fucking do. This man has been my weakness. But he’s my strength, too. He makes me feel amazing, and he takes me as I am. He doesn’t just want part of me—he wants all of me.

The same way I want him.

But I also want this wig off my head, so I yank it free and toss the sapphire hair to the edge of the bed.

“I probably have bed head or wig head,” I joke.

“It looks hot.”

I reach down to unzip the boots. “Sorry, handsome. The boots need to go now.”

“I can live with that. This time,” he says as he lies down on the white covers, looking like sin come to life. As I straddle him, I brush my palms along his pecs to his abs, then to his beautiful cock.

“Your magic cock,” I murmur.

He grins. “It’s casting a spell on you.”

I laugh, tossing back my head. “So does that enchanted tongue of yours.”

He sticks out his tongue and flicks it around, and I spend more time touching him. His body is so stunning. So strong and toned. I travel back up and run my hands along his muscled arms and his big biceps.

He nods and pats his chest. “C’mon. Give me some more.” He sits up, grabs me by the hips, then pulls me higher on him.

“But I was going to admire you.”

He shakes his head. “I’m a greedy motherfucker. I need your sweetness again. Now stop stalling, climb up, and fuck my face like there’s no tomorrow.”

A white-hot charge streaks through me, twisting and curling. I heat up everywhere as I climb over his face and sink down.

My body goes up in flames as I rock against his tongue. As I glide against his lips. As I grind and dip against his face.

He grips my hips tightly.

I moan my pleasure as I let my head fall back, my hair sliding down my spine. This man drives me wild. This man adores me. This man knows how to take me higher and higher.

I moan so loud I’m sure it’s criminal. I’m not ashamed, though, to be so vocal. I’m turned on, and I’m in love again. Love and sex and second chances have become the world to me. All those thoughts flood my brain, and then the pleasure takes over and I’m nothing but sheer bliss, riding him to the edge.