I could have a field day fucking these beauties, coming all over her skin. Not tonight, though, because that would be for me. This night is all for her.
I move my mouth to her other breast, giving it the same lavish treatment, as I caress her with my tongue. Her noises are the answer to the question I asked her about whether she’d like this. She says yes in the way her breath catches with each lick and kiss.
“So you do like it as much as I do,” I say.
“Yesssssssss.”
It is a note held long and lasting in a song. A very dirty song.
I inch my way down her body, kissing her belly, flicking my tongue across her hips. She moves and moans with the path of my mouth, breathing wildly as I taste every inch of her skin.
As I draw a delicious line around her belly button, I’m intensely aware of how much I want this night to be amazing for her. I want her to feel worshipped and fucked at the same time. Traveling down her body, my tongue explores the edge of her pink, barely-there panties, flicking under the waistband as she quivers. I near her pussy, and this is the only place I want to be right now. The only fucking place in the universe. I hook my thumbs into the slim waistband of the pink lace, when she says my name.
“Spencer.”
I look up.
“Will you take off your shirt?”
In one quick move, my T-shirt is gone, and her hands are on my bare shoulders, and it feels fantastic to be touched by her, even if it’s only as her anchor. That’s all I want to be—the one who she holds onto as I rock her world with my mouth. I inch her panties down to her thighs, savoring every second of the reveal as I take in her nudity for the first time. I swallow dryly at the first glimpse of her mound, and the light curls of hair that cover it.
Natural blonde.
I press my nose into the hair and inhale her. I am about to taste her. I am about to slide my tongue between my best friend’s legs, and I’ve never been so fucking turned on in my life.
“Believe me now?”
“What do you mean?” Her voice sounds as if it’s floating.
“That I’m attracted to you.”
“Yes,” she says on a pant.
“It’s beyond attraction, Charlotte. I’m fucking dying to taste you, and you better not ever doubt how much I want you, with me on my knees, peeling off your panties so I can bury my face between your thighs,” I tell her, and her hips shoot closer to me.
“I don’t doubt it anymore. I swear I don’t,” she says, so damn desperate to be touched.
I kiss her once right above her clit. Her moans tell me she’s an inferno.
Just like me.
I slide the lace to her ankles, and with her hands on my shoulders, she steps out of them. I raise my face, meeting her dark eyes that blaze with a lust that matches mine. No more words. No more teasing. No more waiting.
I press my hands on the insides of her thighs, widen her stance, and groan headily as I marvel at the sight before me—Charlotte’s beautiful, hot, wet pussy.
And that gorgeous clit, already hard and throbbing for me.
I dart out my tongue, flicking it across her swollen clit, and she unleashes the most glorious moan I’ve ever heard in my life. I grip her thighs, holding on as I kiss her sweet pussy. I could go to town on her right now. I could lap her up like a crazed, hungry man. But as much as I want to devour her, I need to pace her, to learn if she likes it fast and hungry, or if she needs more build-up. Flicking my tongue across her clit, I lick her where she wants me most. Judging from the way her fingernails curl into my shoulders, she doesn’t need much more than the tip of my tongue.
She tastes like sex and dreams and lust, and she’s flooding my mouth with every lick. My body isn’t just an inferno; it’s a volcano. My veins run with lava, and my pulse beats everywhere with desire. My dick is setting world records for hardness as it strains against the zipper of my jeans.
I need to drink this woman in. I need to be coated in her. I want her wetness covering my stubbled chin, my jaw, my face. I want this slick heat on my goddamn nose.
Using my fingers, I spread her open and lick across her slick folds. She moans in pleasure. “Oh God.”
That’s all she says for the next few minutes as I consume her sinfully sweet pussy, learning how she likes it. She rocks into me, her hips rolling with a wildness that mirrors the staccato speed of her erratic breathing. As I slip my tongue inside her, she digs her nails into my shoulders. As I return my mouth to her clit, she bucks against me. As I slide one finger inside her tight walls, she sings.
She fucking sings.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God.”
She’s said little else the entire time, and it’s awesome. I love her inability to form words. I love that she can’t talk while she’s in heaven from my tongue, and she can only manage moans.
She hits the highest note I’ve ever heard, and she fucks my face in a frenzy. Her hands shoot up from my shoulders to grip my skull, and she rides my face while I lap up every last ounce of her sweetness as she comes in my mouth.
She tastes better than she did in the shower.
Better than my fantasies.
She’s all real, and her orgasm is spread on my lips and all over my chin.
I am so fucking happy and so incredibly horny.
I stand, and loop one arm behind her head. She’s shaking. Trembling everywhere.
Then I tell her the thing I couldn’t say last night in the cab.
“God, I want to fuck you so fucking badly right now.”
She answers me with the three best words a man can ever hear. “I want you.” Wait. I counted wrong. Five best words, because she adds two more. “I want you so much.”