McCabe #2
I unbuckle my belt slowly, watching her face as she focuses on my hands.
I wonder if she even realizes how she’s licking her lips in anticipation?
I kick my shoes off, then hook my thumbs in my waistband, sliding both my pants and boxers down my thighs and letting them fall to my feet, where I kick them out the door into the hallway.
“Is this more to your liking, Sunshine?”
She drags her gaze up to mine like it’s taking a lot of effort to tear her attention away from my cock, but the small smile on her face lets me know she likes what she sees. “I guess that depends.”
“On what?”
“On what you plan to do with that thing.”
I step back between her legs until my thighs hit the countertop and my dick is pressed up against her stomach.
“Alessandra.” Leaning in close, I cup her breasts in my hands again, sliding my thumbs over her nipples and making her squirm as I say, “My plan is to ruin you for every other man, forever. You just have to ask.”
There’s a momentary look of doubt that passes over her face, like I’ve pushed her too far and she’s unwilling to ask for what she wants.
And then it occurs to me that maybe no one has ever asked her what she wants.
Maybe sex has never been about pleasing her.
I hope that isn’t the case, but given some of the things she opened up about last night, it wouldn’t surprise me if that was true in her marriage, at least.
“I want you to make me feel good. I want to forget that my wrist hurts and that my ex-husband was a spineless dick and that we’re still down one game in this series.
” She reaches up and presses her good hand to my breastbone before trailing her fingers down between my pecs and along the groove between my abs straight down to my waist. And when she wraps her fingers around my throbbing hard cock and runs her hand up and around the head before sliding back down to the shaft, my eyes roll back.
I have to force myself to take a deep breath through my nose before I fucking pass out.
“Go ahead.” She nods and raises her eyebrows like she’s challenging me. “Ruin me.”
My mouth crashes into hers with a tortured moan and, like always, she meets my energy.
But the long pulls of the kiss, the soft and eager sounds escaping her throat, combined with the way she’s working her hand up and down my shaft, have me way too close.
So I pull back, lifting her hips and sliding her thong down her legs, then dropping to my knees on the cold tile floor.
She lets loose a hiss that turns into a sigh as I bring my arms under her thighs, smoothing my hands over her hips and then resting my palms on her lower abdomen as I use my thumbs to spread her pussy open in front of me.
Her silky pink skin glistens with her arousal, and when I lean in to taste her, she releases a shuddering breath.
As my tongue works circles around and over her clit, she gasps once and then once more before sinking into the sensation, her hips beginning to move to the rhythm I’m setting.
A small moan escapes her parted lips, and when my eyes flick up to hers, she clamps her lips between her teeth like she’s embarrassed by her reaction.
“No way, Sunshine,” I tell her. “Those sexy moans belong to me. I’m working for them, and I want to hear them. I need to know what this does to you, and you’re going to tell me . . . or I’m going to stop.”
“Oh my god,” she says on a gasp as she leans back, resting her shoulders and head against the mirror. “Don’t you dare fucking stop.”
“Then don’t hold back.” I lean forward again, licking her from the bottom of her pussy up to her clit, and back. “Tell me what you like.”
“This,” she pants, and I return to lavishing her clit with my undivided attention. And when my chin is soaked with the evidence of her arousal, I change the angle of my face so I can press two fingers to her entrance.
Her gasps and moans, her sweet scent, the warmth of her body—they all consume my senses, and I swear I’ve never been more turned on by a woman in my life. I think I might die if I don’t get to see her come undone for me.
“Yes,” she encourages, looking down at me. “I want to feel you inside of me.”
I slide my fingers into the tight space, and the way her pussy clenches has me moaning, too.
“Fuck yes,” she says, then whimpers, “I’m so close. Oh my god . . .”
She’s meeting my fingers thrust for thrust, the silky walls of her cunt clamping down on them so hard that I can’t wait to know what she feels like on my cock.
But first, I want to know what she feels like coming on my fingers and my face, so I curl my fingers inside her slightly, feeling the telltale ridges that I know will give her even more stimulation while clamping my lips around her clit and sucking her against my tongue.
“Oh fuck! I’m . . .” she trails off, words lost as she cries out while her muscles contract against my fingers and her legs shake where they rest over my shoulders.
The almost inhuman sounds coming out of her mouth while she rides the waves of her orgasm have me on the verge of coming, but I hold back because there’s no way I’m not feeling myself slide into her after this.
When she’s done, her back slides down that mirror and her hips press forward into my face. It’s like someone’s taken all the bones out of her body, and she chuckles in response, saying, “I can’t move. I think you broke me.”
I rise, standing between her legs and leaning over her where her back and head now rest against the deep counter atop the vanity. “I’m pretty sure you’re not broken. Seems like you work just fine.”
I wrap one hand beneath her neck and my other arm beneath her lower back so I can bring her up to sitting. Moving my hand from behind her neck to cup her jaw, I say, “Kiss me. I want you to taste yourself on my tongue.”
“What?” The word barely squeaks out as her eyes widen.
“You’ve never tasted how sweet you are?”
“No. That’s . . .” For a moment, I think she’s going to refuse me, but then she wraps her hand around my neck, pulling me to her.
The kiss is tentative, like she’s not sure what she’s going to find when her lips part and she meets my tongue with hers.
But I deepen the kiss, holding her against me, rubbing my cock along her abdomen and feeling the way her nipples scrape along my ribs.
And when she wraps her lower legs around mine, her calves pulling me into her even harder, that’s when I know she still wants more.
Tilting her head back, I break the kiss and enjoy her resulting whimper. Her face is pouty, like I’ve just taken away something she wants. I’m living for this side of her—where she’s not trying to hide how she feels about me.
I lift her hips, setting her on the tile floor and turning her to face the mirror. Standing behind her, I move her hair off her back, sliding it over her left shoulder so I can dip my head down to her ear. Without breaking eye contact in the mirror, I ask, “Have you ever watched anyone fuck you?”
Her jaw drops open slightly, and then she glides her tongue along her upper lip. Out of pure instinct, my fingers curl around her hip bones as I press my cock into her lower back.
“Because I want you to see how fucking magnificent you look when you come.”
Her eyebrows scrunch in question, creating an adorable divot between them. “But I already came.”
“And you’re going to come again, this time on my cock.”
The vibrations of her shaky exhale ripple against me, and I press my hips forward into her again.
“I can’t . . .” she pauses, and I wait her out. “. . . come that way.”
“You’ve never come that way, or you can’t?” I ask, but either way I’m determined to prove her wrong. She can, and she will.
Her eyes lock with mine in the mirror, and with a roll of her eyes, she says, “Same difference.”
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