Hayes #3
“Honey, I’m not going any further than you want me to. I’ll gladly hold you if you just want to lie here and cuddle.”
“No, I want you. Please,” she begs, rising up on her elbows as she unbuttons her jeans and starts to wiggle them over her hips.
My dick kicks in my pants and I groan. I gently replace her hands and slowly pull the hem of one leg and then the other until her jeans slide off.
She’s wearing pearly white satin panties with lace sides that are sexier than any thong or G-string I’ve ripped off a woman.
I don’t skim my hands up her legs and spread them wide the way I would have in the past. Instead, I lie beside her and pull her into my arms, brushing my fingers through her hair and down her back.
I settle a big palm over the dimples on her lower back and kiss her pink lips until she’s writhing in my arms again.
I raise up on my forearms and slowly trace kisses down her body, stopping every few seconds to allow her to get used to my lips and tongue on each new patch of soft skin.
Her nipples pebble and goose bumps cover her chest when I lick the undersides of her round breasts.
Her hips are rolling under me and her body quivers when my mouth finds the fabric boundary of her panties.
Her arousal is potent, the warm, wet promise of her so close I could blow my load just laying on my dick wrong.
I look up her body from between her legs and catch her green eyes following my every movement.
“Tell me what you want, honey,” I say with a devilish smile as my chin brushes her center with my words.
Her head tips back, eyes closed and mouth open in a moan. She returns her gaze to me, a little hazier this time.
“I want your mouth on me. I want to know what it feels like to have your fingers inside me and your lips kissing me… there.” Her cheeks burn bright red, but she holds my heated gaze.
“Good girl.”
I hold her stare as I dip my mouth and slowly drag my tongue over her panties from her wet center to her clit.
She squeezes her eyes shut when I suck at her clit, her hips bucking.
I drag my hand up her thigh, holding pressure against her skin when I get to the junction of her legs.
She’s quivering, her breaths raising her chest. I rub my thumb over her satin-covered opening.
“You’re soaked, baby,” I say against her.
“Touch me again.” Her shaky words are low and full of heat.
I slip my thumb into the leg of her panties and brush over delicate skin that parts and allows my thumb to slip into her wetness.
“Goddamn,” I groan as the slick heat covers my finger.
Her thighs tremble as I stroke through her lips and press her clit gently. I shift my position to ease up on my rock-hard cock that is aching and pulsing with each pass my thumb makes through the very spot I want to bury myself.
Her hands tug impatiently at her waistband, pushing her hips up to free her plush ass and settle back once her panties are around her thighs.
I drag them down her legs with one hand to free her from the barrier and when I look back, she’s on her elbows again, watching me.
Slowly, she opens her knees and bares herself to me.
“Fucking hell, Paige,” I growl.
I move back up and lower my face to her perfectly groomed pussy glistening with need.
I’ve been holding back, trying not to scare her, but there’s something about the way she parted her legs that breaks my resolve.
The primal need to coat my face in her slickness drags my mouth straight to her center.
Her squeak of surprise at the ferocious way I eat her pussy is quickly replaced by loud moans when my fingers play her clit in harmony with my tongue lapping at her sweet and tangy taste and fucking her opening.
“Oh my God,” she cries, her hips lifting until I press them back down with a heavy forearm.
I slowly slide one thick finger into her tight opening, my tongue circling her clit as she gasps.
I gently drag the pad of my finger along the front of her pussy, settling into a rhythm that turns the gasps into pleasurable sounds.
Her arousal drips down my hand and I use it to gently add a second fingertip to her opening.
Her body protests, my fingers held snugly in place.
“Relax, baby. Stop pushing me out,” I coax, my fingertips gently motioning inside her.
“I’m trying. It’s just a lot.”
“If you want my cock in you, you’ll need to be able to take at least a few fingers now.
” Her pussy grips, then slowly releases my fingers as more juice escapes her.
I dip my head and lap it up, moving my tongue between my fingers and back up to her clit as she relaxes and allows my fingers to slide in with ease.
“I’m so full,” she gasps. “It’s so tight.”
I close my eyes at the best goddamn words I’ve ever heard and smile.
“Just wait.”
I work my fingers in and out of her in a slow rhythm as I continue to kiss, lick, and suck at her clit. I can feel her body growing close, her tight pussy trying to strangle my fingers as her hips roll under me. I push my fingers in to the last knuckle and suck her clit hard when it finally hits.
“Holy Jesus, sweet tea and vodka!” she screams, jacking up off the bed as an orgasm grips her. Her hands latch onto my head as she falls back against the duvet in the thrall of her pleasure, her body rolling out the final waves until she’s panting and everything goes limp.
I wait until her pussy stops pulsing to pull my fingers out of her. She jumps with the motion and I smile, loving every reaction she has to me. I scoop her naked, completely relaxed body into my arms and move to the pillows where I hold her tightly to my chest.
“How are you so fucking amazing?” I ask quietly, my lips pressing each word into her hair as a kiss.
She wiggles in my arms until her head is on my shoulder and she can kiss my neck.
“You stole my line, minus the F-bomb.”
I laugh, the sound deep and loud in the quiet bedroom. I stop when her leg hooks over my hip, pulling my still-hard dick right into her tight center and stretching the ability of my slacks to restrain the monster that wants to pound inside of her.
“Careful, angel. I’m real close to that threshold of not being able to stop when I want.”
Her hands reach between us and she unhooks my belt.
“Maybe I don’t want you to stop.”
I shut my eyes and groan, because all I want is to push the restrictive fabric off my dick and plunge inside of her.
I breathe heavily trying to remember why I shouldn’t as she works on the button and zipper, her hands sending electric currents up my spine each time her fingers touch my cock.
She moves her leg off my hip to sit up and tries to push my pants down, but she only manages a few inches because of how I’m lying.
I take her hand in mine, and though it goes against every instinct to get naked and fuck her stupid, I make her stop.
“Baby, you’re going to be my undoing.” I sit up and pull her into my lap. “How about we slow down? It’s Friday night. I want to take you out. Let’s get some dinner and have a little fun.”
She wraps her arms around my neck and leans back to look into my face.
“Aren’t you”—she pauses and looks down at the still evident bulge of my dick that’s not on board with my plan—“unsatisfied?”
I smile. “Did you like me touching you?”
She nods quickly.
“Then I’m plenty satisfied.”
“Won’t you, like, explode or something?”
I laugh and kiss her nose. “Let me handle that in the shower. If you’re a good girl, I’ll let you watch since I know you like to. My little voyeur,” I tease.
Her face blushes crimson and she immediately covers it with her hands. “Hey, that was one time, and I didn’t even know that was what I’d see,” she mumbles through her hands.
I tilt my head. “I still think you liked watching.”
She spreads her fingers over one eye and glares at me. “I don’t even know what I like.”
I pull her hands away from her face and kiss each of her fingers in turn.
“We’re going to find out exactly what you like. Just give it time.”
“Let me watch you. I’ll stay outside of the shower, but I want to actually see what you do this time.”
“I knew you enjoyed watching. My perfect, pretty little voyeur.” I pet her hair affectionately as my cock strains my pants, thinking of getting off to her watching while I imagine the feel of her perfect pussy. “Too bad I want to take you out tonight and need to be quick. Sit tight.”