Page 39 of Dirty Hot Valentine
Teasing my thighs, his long fingers lift my skirt to my waist as his lips trace the trail he’s blazed.
He regards my naked pussy. “Now this is pretty. No panties?”
I bite my lips, and his hand rubs me back and forth.
Throbbing sparks of pleasure spread from my clit to my pussy and throughout every nerve ending in my body. I lift up on my elbows and arch my pelvis against his hand. “I could come from you doing that.”
His hand stills. “That fast, huh?”
I meet his gaze head-on. “That fast.”
“Then I’d like you to come in my mouth, Maggie.” He plants his mouth over my pussy.
Overwhelmed with his lips and his tongue sliding over my sex, licking at my juices, tucking inside me and lapping around my clit, I moan like I’m possessed.
A roll of mindless pleasure seizes me, melting me to the mattress. I reach down to wind my fingers in his curls, too lost to hold back.
“Mike,” I cry out as hot waves of orgasm rush over me, and I shower his face with my cum.
“Now that you got that first one out of the way, let’s take our time for the second.”
I giggle, and he undresses me bare. I’m not self-conscious at all when his gaze roams appreciatively over my body. When he strips down, too, I rise up on my knees to watch, not wanting to miss a moment of the unveiling. He shrugs out of the shirt, and he doesn’t disappoint. His wide chest. His abs flat and chiseled with that proverbial six-pack I only see on TV but don’t think really existed.
He unbuttons his pants, let them fall to the floor. I lick my lips at the outline of his erection pressing insistently against his boxer briefs.
“Let me.” I shimmy to the side of the bed to grab his briefs and roll them over his hips, releasing his cock. His briefs fall to the floor, and he kicks them off, giving me free rein to map those magnificent abs with my palms, then reach around to grab a handful of his tight ass.
Wow.
I’d like to lay him down and run my hands over him for hours. And then taste him. His cock.
Wow.
Just like that as I see how hard and engorged he is I’m ready for round two.
I circle his cock with my hand, needing to touch him, to taste him, before he fucks me. I stroke the length of him, slip one hand underneath to gently squeeze his ball sac, rewarded by his rough growl.
And when I lean over and take the smooth crest of his cock between my lips, his growl grows more pronounced. He slides his fingers in my hair and pulls my head toward his shaft. I gladly take him in, winding my tongue around the heated length.
I drink in the sight of him standing over me, my nipples tightening as I suck him. He eases his cock along my tongue. I open my mouth and let him watch, then curl my tongue over the crest and lick the clear fluid that escapes there.
“Jesus, Maggie, you’re gonna make me come.”
I tease him with a slow lick of his cock head, then wrap my fingers around his shaft and rub him. “Isn’t that the idea?”
He moves away and pushes me onto the bed. “Yeah. When I’m inside you and your pussy is squeezing it out of me.”
His warm breaths flow across my neck and shoulders as he settles on top of me again. I swipe my fingers across his chin and lick my fingertips. “You taste like me.”
His eyes go darker with desire. “You taste yourself often?”
I shrug. “Maybe.”
“Fuck. That’s so hot.” He fills his hands with my tits. Then slow warmth builds as he suckles and licks one nipple, then the other, drawing out the anticipation as he rides his cock between my legs, not entering me yet, making me wait for it.
“Please,” I whisper, pulling his head up. “Please.”
He presses his lips to mine, a soft brush of mouth against mouth. So tender and just what I need before he slides his cock inside me.
