Page 92 of Yours, For Good

Her moans filled my ears and her taste coated my mouth— I couldn't get enough. I licked and sucked, and I would forever seek more of this salt and tang on my tongue. She undulated in search of friction, like the stairs were my soft mattress and writhing was the most natural of consequences.

"Please, Javier," she whimpered. "I need you inside."

I pushed two fingers into her and curled them to search for and rub the right spot. My mouth kept working her; a tremor ran through her thighs and I almost lost it. I pushed a hand down where her belly turned to her mound— if she came, I wanted to feel it.

"Fuck! Javier—" she moaned.

"Come, Nora," I mumbled against her flesh. "Give me one before we go upstairs."

"I want to come with you inside—"

"You will. I can give you another— and another—"

I took as much of her clit into my mouth as I could and flicked it with my tongue.

"Fuuuuck—"

She trembled all over. Her thighs squeezed my head and a string of curses left my mouth— I didn't know which ones. I pushed my tongue into her and lapped from the results of her climax, until she pulled from my hair to ask me to stop.

"Holy shit, Javier." She chuckled and brought me to her. "You love eating out, don't you?"

"I love eating you out." I rested my weight with my hands on the stairs and kissed her. "Do you taste yourself?"

She nodded.

"Isn't it obvious why I can't get enough?" I asked.

"You make me feel sexy," she whispered.

"Good."

I pulled from her hand so we stood. My erection tented my slacks; I was so hard I could burst. Her eyes dropped to my cock. Enjoying her attention, I stroked my hard on with a hand a couple of times.

My eyes swallowed the sight of her. Standing two steps above me, she was my same height. Her translucent shirt hung open, doing nothing to cover her curves in her bustier and panties.

"Take that shirt off for me?" I asked.

She did, and I gulped. Her breasts pushed against the structured lines of the corset-type garment. Her underwear teased at the rounds of her hips.

"Turn around, please." This time, my voice came out raspy.

She did. The back of her panties disappeared into her ass, but askew now that I had played with her. The volume of her body offered hills and dips that begged for my reverence. It intoxicated me with urgency for her; I was left dazed in my need for her.

"You're incredible, Nora."

She gazed at me over her shoulder. "Should I go up?"

I bent down and gently bit on the indulgent round of her ass. "Please."

I regretted it as soon as she started up the stairs, and I could see her flesh jiggling with each step.

Whatever sound I made got her giggling. "You okay back there?"

"You have no idea how much I want you."

The fervor in my voice spurred her on, and she took on the stairs faster. Her hips and thighs quaked with her movements, and I tormented myself with my hand as I watched her go.

"Hurry," I groaned, "or I'm going to stop you again just to get wet from you."