denim. Much more of this, and I would be. I was hard enough to drive nails at that point, and grinding against her so hard I was in danger of spooging in my shorts like a damn teenager, but fuck if I cared. I needed her, needed more, couldn’t stop. Didn’t even try.
She was sober, and she wasn’t stopping me.
Hell, she was begging for more. Her mouth was wild on mine, kissing me back just as fiercely as I was kissing her.
I needed to fuck this woman.
My hands took over, took my train of thought and ran with it.
My hands left her ass and slid up her hips, pushed the cotton of her sweatshirt up to bare her belly, and then the sports bra. I broke the kiss, slid down her body to flick my tongue in her belly button, then kissed her stomach down toward the waist of the jeans, then back up to her diaphragm. Across her ribs just beneath the lower edge of the sports bra.
Fuck.
No way I could restrain myself, not now that I had my lips on her, not now that I’d gotten a double handful of that sweet ass of hers, and especially not now that I had her prone beneath me, her legs around my waist, her tits inches from my lips, just a bit of fabric between my mouth and her nipples.
A pull and upward tug, and her boobs slid free of the sports bra, and—god, I was just done, then. The sight of those fine-as-fuck tits was nearly too much. I had to clench my muscles and force my come to behave. Big, round, real, just a bit more than a full handful each…the most lush, beautiful tits I’d ever laid eyes on.
“Jesus, Dru.” I heard my mouth saying what my cock was thinking. “You are so fuckin’ sexy.”
“Sebastian—” Her voice was breathy, erotic music to my ears.
I answered by sucking her nipple into my mouth, and they tasted just as fucking divine as I’d imagined last night as I watched the shower water trickle over them, and when I’d jerked off to the image of them last night and again this morning. And if I didn’t get off now, I’d be making a trip to the bathroom to jerk off thinking about her again.
She writhed up off the table, pressing herself against me, moaning, cupping my head in both hands, and then I slid my mouth to her other breast and sampled the salty skin flavor of that one, palming the damp, puckered nipple of the one I’d just had in my mouth, and she whimpered again, and the sound went straight to my throbbing cock.
I flicked my tongue against her nipple, one after the other, thumbing and twisting whichever one I didn’t have my mouth on. But she had other lips I wanted to taste, and I’d seen those too, just as plump and damp as the ones on her mouth, and I betted they tasted like sugar. I cupped her breast with one hand and flicked her other nipple with my tongue and brought my free hand to the fly of her jeans, ripped open the button and slid the zipper down, shoved my hand beneath her ass and grasped denim and cotton underwear elastic and jerked them down in one rough yank, baring her pussy.
She squealed, but the squeal ended in a whimper as I brushed my lips across her pussy, breathing out as I did so, and she smelled amazing, like good, clean pussy. Recently waxed, soft as silk. Seeping desire. Fuck, I could see the juices dripping down her labia. I licked them away, and she writhed, gasping, and then groaning long and low and fierce as I slathered my tongue against her clit. I dove right in, no fucking around, no teasing, just went straight for eating her pussy like a starving man.
She was twisting under my mouth in no time, bucking, writhing so hard I had to press my forearm across her hips to keep her where I wanted her. Which only drove her crazier.
“Sebastian! Fuck! God, your mouth, it’s— fuck !”
“Come for me, Dru.” I slipped two fingers inside her tight wet pussy, explored her channel, slid them out, back in, faster, faster, mimicking what I’d do to her with my cock the second I got the chance. “Let me feel this tight fuckin’ cunt
She was sober, and she wasn’t stopping me.
Hell, she was begging for more. Her mouth was wild on mine, kissing me back just as fiercely as I was kissing her.
I needed to fuck this woman.
My hands took over, took my train of thought and ran with it.
My hands left her ass and slid up her hips, pushed the cotton of her sweatshirt up to bare her belly, and then the sports bra. I broke the kiss, slid down her body to flick my tongue in her belly button, then kissed her stomach down toward the waist of the jeans, then back up to her diaphragm. Across her ribs just beneath the lower edge of the sports bra.
Fuck.
No way I could restrain myself, not now that I had my lips on her, not now that I’d gotten a double handful of that sweet ass of hers, and especially not now that I had her prone beneath me, her legs around my waist, her tits inches from my lips, just a bit of fabric between my mouth and her nipples.
A pull and upward tug, and her boobs slid free of the sports bra, and—god, I was just done, then. The sight of those fine-as-fuck tits was nearly too much. I had to clench my muscles and force my come to behave. Big, round, real, just a bit more than a full handful each…the most lush, beautiful tits I’d ever laid eyes on.
“Jesus, Dru.” I heard my mouth saying what my cock was thinking. “You are so fuckin’ sexy.”
“Sebastian—” Her voice was breathy, erotic music to my ears.
I answered by sucking her nipple into my mouth, and they tasted just as fucking divine as I’d imagined last night as I watched the shower water trickle over them, and when I’d jerked off to the image of them last night and again this morning. And if I didn’t get off now, I’d be making a trip to the bathroom to jerk off thinking about her again.
She writhed up off the table, pressing herself against me, moaning, cupping my head in both hands, and then I slid my mouth to her other breast and sampled the salty skin flavor of that one, palming the damp, puckered nipple of the one I’d just had in my mouth, and she whimpered again, and the sound went straight to my throbbing cock.
I flicked my tongue against her nipple, one after the other, thumbing and twisting whichever one I didn’t have my mouth on. But she had other lips I wanted to taste, and I’d seen those too, just as plump and damp as the ones on her mouth, and I betted they tasted like sugar. I cupped her breast with one hand and flicked her other nipple with my tongue and brought my free hand to the fly of her jeans, ripped open the button and slid the zipper down, shoved my hand beneath her ass and grasped denim and cotton underwear elastic and jerked them down in one rough yank, baring her pussy.
She squealed, but the squeal ended in a whimper as I brushed my lips across her pussy, breathing out as I did so, and she smelled amazing, like good, clean pussy. Recently waxed, soft as silk. Seeping desire. Fuck, I could see the juices dripping down her labia. I licked them away, and she writhed, gasping, and then groaning long and low and fierce as I slathered my tongue against her clit. I dove right in, no fucking around, no teasing, just went straight for eating her pussy like a starving man.
She was twisting under my mouth in no time, bucking, writhing so hard I had to press my forearm across her hips to keep her where I wanted her. Which only drove her crazier.
“Sebastian! Fuck! God, your mouth, it’s— fuck !”
“Come for me, Dru.” I slipped two fingers inside her tight wet pussy, explored her channel, slid them out, back in, faster, faster, mimicking what I’d do to her with my cock the second I got the chance. “Let me feel this tight fuckin’ cunt
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