Chapter 24 #2
I let go of her nipple with a pop, letting my impish smile take over. If she thinks that I’m going to be scared off by some oversized skivvies, well, she better think again. Because the only thing I care about is them coming off so I can get to her sweet, glorious pussy.
“Don’t tempt me,” I tease, starting to kiss my way down her body. Leaning her back, I dip my thumbs into the waistband of her pants and tug them down, revealing what she was so worried about.
Mint green, with a strip of white lace at the top, they look like any other pair of panties to me.
I know that women get all sorts of fussy about their lingerie, but really, as long as they’re comfortable and functional, I don’t usually care.
However, in this case, I care. This pair isn’t doing it for me.
“See, unsexy…”
“It’s not that,” I tell her, nipping at the skin just above the lace. “But they gots to go. They’re blocking my favorite view.”
Her blush appears again. This time, it’s not just her cheeks. It’s a full-on flush that covers her chest, all the way down to her boobs, and makes her squirm.
I continue to kiss along the soft skin of her belly, loving the way it feels against my lips. Loving how she feels. But it’s not enough. I need more. My body is craving her. All of her.
Biting the lace, I tug playfully. It doesn’t get me very far, but earns me another light laugh. That’s more than enough to fuel me. To let me know that I’m on the right path. Meaning it’s time to get these stupid things off her.
I don’t waste any more time. I pull them down as unceremoniously as possible, ready to feast—visually and physically— on the most glorious creature I’ve ever met.
On the one woman who has made everyone else disappear.
Who has lived rent free in my head for so long that I don’t know how I could have ever thought about anyone else.
That I could belong to anyone else.
All of me belongs to her.
Presley’s hands fly to her cover herself. Her “mommy tummy” as she calls it. The part of her she hates the most. The part of her I love the most. Well, second most.
“You are magnificent, Mama,” I say, sliding her hands away so that I can soak in the beauty.
“I know you’re self-conscious about these…
” I kiss along the lines, the ones that are a lighter shade than the rest of her skin, but still just as soft, making sure to take my time on each one.
“But I will never stop being amazed by them, or by you. I’ll never stop being grateful that I get to love these. That these are mine.”
Breath hitching, Presley reaches for me, running her fingers through my hair as I continue to kiss along the marks. My dick strains against the zipper of my pants, wanting to come out and play. Wanting in on the action.
All in good time.
Because right now, I have a job to do. My girl needs to come.
I inch my way down farther, peppering her with open-mouthed kisses as I go. I can tell she’s ready—on edge and needy—by the way she’s breathing. And I’m more than ready to give it to her.
Now.
Swiping my tongue through her wetness, I pause, waiting for a reaction. I’m not disappointed. Presley gasps, hand flying to her mouth to cover her moan. That’s my girl. So I do it again, this time avoiding her clit.
“Jace…”
“Yes, Mama?” I ask, not moving my mouth and letting the vibrations from my words rumble through her.
She shifts, trying desperately to position herself against me how she wants—the way that will get her the contact she’s looking for—but I stop her. I wrap my arms around her thighs, holding her still. I’m in charge here, and I’m going to make sure she enjoys this.
“Nuh-uh, Mama…” I scold. “Not yet. Sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride.”
I dive in, turning all my focus to her pussy.
To her pleasure. Licking, sucking, nibbling, I break out every trick I have, keeping her right on the edge.
Never letting up. Presley thrashes and whimpers, her pleas becoming more and more with each breath.
Still, I don’t give her what she wants. What she needs.
“Jace…please…”
My name sounds so perfect when she says it, turning me on even more. Waves of lust roll over me, fueling the fire inside me. Making me want to be inside her. To be one with her.
“Please what, Mama…” I tease, wanting to hear her say it. Despite my own desires, I know I can hold out a little longer. At least until she’s fallen apart completely.
“Please make me come, Jace. Please…”
“Your wish is my command.”
Sliding a finger inside her, I tap the sweet spot I know will push her over the edge. At the same time, I flick her clit, knowing that’s the magic combination. The secret handshake that will open the floodgates.
“Faaaaa…”
Presley whimpers, her voice carrying more than she wants it to. She bites down on her lip as she tries to quiet herself, her fingers gripping my hair. The sweet sting makes my cock twitch, and the need inside me fully takes over. I need her to come. Now.
Doubling down, I hum, ready to push her over the edge. That’s all it takes.
Presley thrashes, tugging my hair even more, her orgasm taking over. Her sweetness floods my mouth, and it’s all I can do to keep up. To lick her clean, keeping her floating and flying as long as I can.
When she finally comes down, I release her. Kissing my way back up her body, I stop to tease her belly button and nipples, letting the taste of her linger on my tongue. Chest heaving from having to catch her breath, Presley’s eyes flutter shut, a happy, serene look taking over.
Fuck me, is she perfect.
“How you doing there, Mama?” I ask, kissing her gently.
She responds by wrapping her legs around me and pressing her pussy against my crotch.
Moving just enough to find some friction, she smiles, eyelids fluttering open to reveal mischief behind them.
My body aches, my dick surging with need for her, the newfound attention from her still wet heat almost more than I can bear.
“Jace, if you do not fuck me right now…”
“What?” I ask, drawing back to pull my shirt over my head. “You’ll what?”
She huffs out a hard exhale, reaching for the button on my jeans. She fumbles with the denim, unable to quite get ahold of it from her angle, frustrating her more. Fuck, she’s cute like this.
“Don’t make me beg…”
“Oh, but I think I might like that.”
I stand up, making quick work of shedding my pants. I reach for them again, about to dig for my wallet, when Presley grabs my arm. She holds up a small foil packet in between two fingers, ready for me.
“Safety first, right?” she playfully mocks.
Oh, now she’s gonna get it…
I’m already as hard as stone, my dick standing at attention. That little tease from her, though, is enough to send all the rest of the blood in my body straight to my groin. My cock twitches, stealing Presley’s attention as I take the condom from her and sheathe myself.
“Always, Mama,” I assure her. “Always.”
Climbing back onto the bed, I grab ahold of her, rolling us over so she’s on top of me. Being like this, both of naked, skin to skin, feels…perfect. Like all is right with the world. Nothing can bother us. Nothing else even exists.
“I want to watch you,” I say, running my hands along her body. “I want to watch your beautiful body as you use me.”
“I’m not very good at this position,” she admits, catching her lips between her teeth. I don’t know when she picked up this new little habit, but it might just be the end of me.
“You’re perfect.” I line her up with my dick, lifting her hips just enough to tease her entrance. She’s hot, wet, and so inviting that I have to hold back so I don’t take over. “This is perfect.”
Presley smiles, leaning forward and kissing me. It’s soft, gentle, and full of an emotion I’m not ready to say out loud. One that is front and center in this moment. Taking over and driving everything I do.
I shift underneath her, and she takes the hint, sinking down on my length.
Now it’s my turn to fight back the groan, the sheer intensity of connecting with her almost enough to push me over the edge.
She takes me inch by inch, slowly, completely, and I feel like I’m coming home. Exactly where I belong.
Inside her.
“Fuck!” Presley screams. It’s loud, harsh, and my sentiment exactly.
“Shhhh, Mama…” I say, pulling her into me. “Don’t wanna wake anyone up…”
I pull my hips back, then slide back into her. Presley moans into my mouth, trying to disguise it with a kiss. It works—sorta. More than anything, it sparks something in her.
Fire appears in her eyes, freedom taking over. Leaning back, Presley shakes her head, letting her hair fall over her shoulders as she starts to move. Her hips buck and swivel, hands landing on her breasts, putting on a show. One that has me mesmerized.
I watch her, the sweet pleasure from her movements running through me, the visuals accompanying it more than I deserve. Her trust and willingness to open up like this, to explore this, is more than I can ever repay.
Fuck, she seriously is perfect.
“That’s it, baby, ride me…” I encourage her, unable to voice my real thoughts. It’s too much and she feels too good.
I meet her thrust for thrust, giving in to the moment. We lose ourselves in it. In the sweet symphony that our bodies are playing, a melody only we can hear. We’re a jumble of limbs and movements, our ragged breathing the only real soundtrack.
“Jace…come with me…”
Your wish is my command…
I reach between us, finding her clit, searching for a way to get her there. To make her fall apart again. But Presley has another idea.
She bats away my hand, replacing it with hers. My eyes go wide, my exhale getting caught in my lungs as I watch her play with herself. She circles her clit furiously, picking up the pace on my dick, her pussy squeezing me even harder. Fuck me…I’m not going to last.
“Pres…” I groan, unable to hold back.
I grab her hips, thrusting into her hard and fast. The base of my spine starts to tingle, lust flooding all my senses, clouding my vision as I focus on one thing and one thing only. Hurtling us off that cliff.
“Jace…”
My name on her lips is all it takes. My orgasm slams into me, and I go taut underneath her, trying my best not to scream.
Everything in me explodes into tiny pieces of light, pure pleasure weaving its way into the fiber of my muscles.
Off in the distance I hear a muffled moan, and then feel the bite of teeth into my skin.
Presley has lurched herself forward, burrowing her head into me as her own climax takes over. I wrap my arms around her, holding her tight as her pussy spasms around me. I don’t let go, even as her body slows, her breath tickling my skin.
There’s a long drawn-out silence, nothing but a faint buzzing in my ears as we both take a moment, trying to regain control of ourselves. Something that I’m not sure is possible.
Because right now, I’m only feeling one thing.
No, make that two—because I feel the need to say that one thing out loud.
Is it a faux pas to say those words for the first time after sex?
Probably. I don’t want her thinking that’s the only reason I’m saying them. Because it’s not. I mean them. Every single ounce of them.
“Jace…” Presley whispers into my shoulder.
My pulse stutters. The sound of her whispering my name—so softly, sweetly, like it’s a prayer—is enough to rev my engines all over again. If there was a way to bottle it up, I would. Keep it tucked away in my pocket so I could hear it any time I need a pick-me-up.
“Yeah, Mama?” I whisper back, afraid of disturbing her.
She pushes up, rolling off of me and separating us. The move is awkward and disruptive, sending cool air whooshing between us. Thankfully she snuggles right back into me, resting her head on my chest.
“Stay?” She runs her hands along my pecs, smoothing out the hair on my chest. “Have a sleepover with me?”
I melt. Instantly and fully. She’s crazy if she thinks I was going anywhere.
“Wild horses couldn’t drag me away.”