“I’m here because I want to be and tonight showed me that I’ve been wrong about you and us. I’m here if you want me.”
“I so fucking want you,” I tell her as I pull her shirt up and over her head. With a flick of my thumb and index finger her bra is off. Her breasts brush against my abs and my dick thinks the attention is all for him. He jerks against her skin, asking her to touch him.
And when she does I have to think about baseball stats so I don’t come before I get the opportunity to get inside her. Her small hand wraps around the base of my dick and starts pumping slowly.
“Tell me if I’m doing this wrong.”
“No such thing as wrong when you’re the one who’s touching me,” I tell her, reassuring her that I’m fucking putty when it comes to her hands and lips.
“I want to make you feel good.” She has no fucking idea that the images she has put in my mind will make me feel good for days to come. Knowing she touches herself and wants it to be me strokes my fucking ego like there’s no tomorrow. When her fingers make her come, she’s wishing it were me doing that to her.
Tonight, I’ll make her fantasies come true.
“Fuck, Daisy, just you being here makes me feel good.”
Placing my lips on hers, I give her a long overdue kiss. One that I hope curls her toes and makes her weak in the knees. My tongue dips into her mouth, slow and languid, setting a sweet and steady pace. My hand cups her cheek while the other massages her breast. Our lips move against each other while our tongues meet in unison. The heat inside me starts to build as I pull her flush to my body.
Daisy’s hands roam over my body, from my hair, to my cheeks, chest, and finally resting one on my dick, returning the attention she was giving him moments ago. As much as I want her to keep going, I want her naked and lain out on my bed. Dropping to my knees, I kiss along the waistband of her shorts before unbuttoning them and sliding them down her legs. She steps out, placing her hands on my shoulders to keep steady. I pull off each of her flip-flops and toss them into a pile near where I threw her shorts.
I nip at her skin near her panties before hooking my fingers into the sides to bring them down her legs. When she lifts her leg to step out, I hook her leg over my shoulder.
“Can I kiss you here?” I ask as I run my finger over her clit and into the chasm that will certainly be my death. Her head falls back as I pump in and out of her. She doesn’t answer and maybe that should be a sign that she does want my mouth on her. If the moaning that’s coming from her or the rocking of her hips as she rubs herself against my hand is any indication, I don’t think she’ll care.
I pick her up, putting her other leg on my shoulder so her * is right where I need it. I don’t wait as I dive right in. Lapping between her lips and up to her clit, I suck gently before doing it again. Daisy grips my hair, pulling handfuls that hurt like a motherfucker, but I love it. I welcome it. The moment my tongue plunges into her *, I’m gone.
Carrying her over to my bed, I set her down roughly. She bounces and all that does is give me more of her sweet taste. I palm my cock to ease some of the tension and silently tell him to calm down because he’ll get his time soon.
“I could do this every day,” I say against her skin as I insert two fingers into her. She’s tight and I’m afraid I’m going to hurt her.
“This… this…” her hips start rocking and her hands dig into the blanket. Keeping my fingers pumping I suck on her clit, watching her body get worked into a frenzy by me this time and not from her own doing.
As much as it pains me, I move away from her and head to my nightstand, pulling open the drawer and grabbing a condom. One look from her and I’m on top, mouth-to-mouth, chest-to-chest with my cock nestled between us. My hand ghosts down her chest, over her breast until my mouth can follow. Her nipples are peaked and I bite gently, pulling one into my mouth. Her back arches, pushing her breasts into my face.
“Ethan…”