Chapter 40
40
W hen she shuts her door, I flick the lock and reach for her hips, pushing her toward the kitchen sink.
My lips crash into hers as we make our way there.
Dropping the toy in the sink, I consider how we have two hours to play.
Plenty of time.
One down, seven to go.
“Get naked. The next two hours are mine.”
“Yours?”
“Mine.”
She grabs for the hem of her dress and glides it off.
“Your skin is beautiful, Casper.” I tease, placing small kiss after small kiss on her pale chest.
She giggles, reaching behind her back and unclasping her bra.
I catch the strap and toss it across the room as my lips move up to her neck.
I shove her down on the bed and grab for her underwear, tugging it off.
I drop to my knees, pulling her to the end of the bed and into my face.
I’ve craved her all fucking day.
When my tongue lands on her, I moan.
Could she be any more fucking wet for me?
I lick and suck, not wanting to take my time.
I need to be inside her after this orgasm.
I flick my eyes up and find hers already staring down at me.
She’s perfect for me.
I press harder with my tongue and slide two fingers deep.
She cries out, and I reach for her hand, interlacing our fingers.
She squeezes mine tight.
Her hips rock on my face, and I keep at it, needing to feel her shatter.
“You’re so good at this,” she pants.
I tap my tongue on her clit in a fast rhythm, and she bites her lip while her body starts to tremble.
I go back to making firm circles.
“Yes,” she whimpers.
I pound my fingers harder until her whole body shutters.
Feeling the pulses of her orgasm, I keep my tongue on her, flicking ever so slowly as my fingers stay inside.
After savoring her release, I move my lips to her thighs before kissing her body.
“What do you think about three?” I ask, checking in.
“Yes, please.”
“So polite,” I tease, grateful she wants to keep going because I do not want to stop now.
I fucking love making her come.
“Would you like it from my cock?”
She nods, and I lean back on my knees and toss my shirt off.
Taking my wallet out of my back pocket, I set it on the bed, then stand, taking off my shorts and briefs.
She hums, approving, and I smirk.
I can’t wait to feel her like this.
Picking up my wallet, I open it to take out the condom I put there this morning.
I tilt my chin.
“Get yourself to the top of the bed.”
She rolls over, crawling up, and I can’t believe how quiet she’s being.
“Sparky,” I say, needing to check in again.
“Are you doing good?”
“Very,” she says, sexy as ever.
“You’re so quiet.”
“I’m being a good Sub for you,” she says with a light laugh.
I grumble, mentally noting to talk more about that later.
But not right now.
I’m loving everything about this moment, today, the days we’ve shared.
“What do you think about being a good girlfriend for me?”
“Let’s see how good this dick is.”
I huff, loving her taunts.
Opening the condom wrapper, I slide it on, staring at her as I do, ready to make her mine.