Chapter 15 #2
“Not intending to,” I mutter, grabbing ahold of the tiny flap of fabric covering her pussy, then blowing again.
My eyes are locked with hers, but it’s clear she’s not fully seeing me.
Unfocused and glassy, Layla is on a different planet as I let my tongue draw figure eights around, but never directly on, her little bundle of nerves.
She tries to shift and force me to touch it, but I don’t.
I continue this pattern for a few minutes, and finally, when Layla’s body is covered in a sheen of perspiration and shaking from need, I attack.
Slipping two fingers inside, I simultaneously suck her clit harshly, dragging the tip between my teeth and lashing it with my tongue.
Layla falls onto the bed as she screams, covering her mouth with both hands, as her body arches toward me.
Her pussy clamps down so hard on my fingers I can barely move them, and her orgasm seems to go on and on.
“I both love and loathe edging,” she finally says, her breath coming out in pants.
I chuckle against her, making her squirm. “I can understand that.”
“Does that mean you won’t do it again?”
“Oh, no. I’m definitely gonna edge you every chance I get. In fact, I bet every game you’ll be thinking about the orgasm you just had. You won’t be able to focus on work because you’ll be wishing my face was between your legs.”
She sighs wistfully. “I hate how right you are. I’ve already thought about this exact moment, but usually you’re on your back, and I’m smothering you with my pussy. That way you can’t speak.”
I let out a loud bark of laughter, throwing my head back in glee. I really do love how this woman dishes it out as well as she takes it. “You are such a breath of fresh air, Peaches.”
Rising to my feet, I watch as she smiles at me with her eyes closed.
It allows me a moment to look at her unabashedly.
Still breathing quickly with her arms thrown out to each side, she looks like an absolute bombshell.
Cheeks pink, perspiration still covering her skin, and her pussy still quivering, it’s an image I hope stays burned in my brain for eternity.
“You look so fucking beautiful like this.”
“Yeah?” she asks quietly, popping one eye open to watch me. When I nod, she lifts a hand to beckon me forward. “I’ll look better with you buried inside of me.”
Groaning, I reach down to pull the condom out of my pants pocket.
I’d grabbed one when I went into my room, fairly confident tonight would be ending like this.
Palming my cock, I rip open the package, then slide the condom over my length.
Having come down her throat already means I’ll last a good while tonight.
I wonder how many times I can get her off before I let myself come.
I sit on the edge of the bed, then pat my lap. “Come here.”
“What, are you afraid of good old-fashioned missionary position?” she retorts, huffing as she sits up. “I was comfortable, you know.”
“I can’t fuck you missionary and have my hands all over your body at the same time.”
Layla pauses just as she’s throwing a leg over my lap, leaving her leg comically in the air. “Have I mentioned I hate when you’re right?”
“Once or twice,” I reply, muffling a laugh.
The laugh dies on my lips when she positions herself over my cock, slowly sliding down until fully seated.
God, she’s fucking perfect. Every hot inch of her pussy clenches me tightly.
I reach behind her to unclasp her bra, freeing her tits.
They bounce in front of my face, and I capture one nipple between my teeth.
Thinking back to that night in Chicago, I can’t remember if I played with her tits much.
I want to fuck them. Mark them with my cum.
I have never been this territorial about a woman, but there’s something about Layla that makes me want to tell every man in the world that she’s mine.
Grabbing her by the waist, I pick her up, almost to the point where I completely slide out of her, then slam her back down.
She moans beautifully, her head falling back as she grips my shoulders.
I go back and forth between her breasts as I fuck her slowly, circling each nipple with my tongue until it puckers to a stiff peak.
“Turn around,” I whisper gruffly, forcing her to stand up.
She looks at me in confusion until I move her to straddle me backward, reverse cowgirl style, then lower her onto my cock again.
We’re at the perfect angle to watch in the mirror across from the bed, and I feel Layla clench around me as she sees us for the first time. “Put your knees on the bed.”
She shifts as she complies, moaning when my cock rubs against her clit. “I’m gonna come so fast like this.”
I smile against her neck, sucking gently on her pulse point. “More than once, sweet girl. Question is, how many times?”
I watch as she smiles, letting out a breathy laugh. “I can’t wait to find out.”
I grab hold of her hips again, raising her up, then help her slide down my dick.
Once she finds a pattern, I reach around to grab both of her tits, loving how heavy they feel in my hands.
Rolling the nipples between my thumb and forefinger, I drag my tongue up her neck to her ear.
“Reach down and touch yourself. Now, Layla.”
She does as I ask, and as soon as her finger touches her clit, Layla comes, arching her back away from me as she cries out.
I reach up to turn her head, covering her mouth with mine, swallowing every little sound she makes.
Her movements slow as she focuses on her orgasm, so I wrap an arm around her waist, continuing to fuck her from below.
“Do you have any idea how amazing you feel, Peaches? How perfect this is? I want to fucking live in this cunt. I want to wake you up with my tongue buried inside you, and go to sleep with you keeping my dick warm. I want it all, sweet girl. All of you.”
Layla comes again, her mouth open on a silent scream.
I don’t slow my thrusts, nowhere close to coming myself.
When she comes a fourth time, I carefully turn, laying her on the bed.
Climbing on top, I position myself at her core, easily sliding inside.
I grab her hands, intertwining our fingers above her head. “Eyes open, baby.”
Her eyes flutter open, unfocused and glassy. As soon as I begin moving, she moans. “It’s too much. Too sensitive.”
“You’ve got one more in you,” I growl. “I know you do. Put your legs around me.”
Layla whines as she complies, but I feel her legs shaking.
I let go of one hand, reaching between our bodies, to strum her clit.
Within moments, I feel her pussy tighten around me, and I allow her orgasm to set off my own, groaning as the fire burns up my spine, taking over my entire body.
I collapse onto her as I twitch through my orgasm, forgetting to breathe as I revel in the feeling.
And all I can think about is how I wish I weren’t wearing a condom, because I want to knock this woman up so I can keep her forever.