Chapter 28
“Come, Princess. Soak me with it. Show me how much you missed me.” I pull out all the way and plunge back it at the same time as I wrap my hand around her throat and pull her back against me.
“Shit, fuck.” My grip tightens to keep her upright as every cell of her body quakes with the force of her orgasm.
She completely shatters on a shout. Her legs shake.
Her back arches. Her hands ball into fists, the tie only barely keeping her hands above her head.
When her pussy clamps down around my cock buried deep inside, I follow her over the edge, chasing my own release.
“That was. Holy shit, that was hot.” She pants coming down from the high of us. Slowly lowering her leg and releasing her, I make sure she can stand on her own before pulling out. The need to consume every part of her is overwhelming. I’ve just had her, but I want more.
“I need a taste.” I drop to my knees in front of her.
My back presses against the wood of the staircase and the floor is cool on my bare ass, but the need for more drives me.
“You should see yourself right now.” Her hair falls out of the hair tie that was secure before my fingers ruined it.
She’s glimmering with sweat. Her chest rises and falls as she stares down at me with flushed cheeks and swollen lips. She looks ravaged.
“What do I look like?” Like mine. I almost say it but keep it to myself.
“Temptation. Thoroughly fucked. Sexy as hell. Your tits pushed up in that pitiful excuse for a bra. Pussy dripping with your cum. Skin flushed. Perfection.” Swiping a finger up her thigh, I collect her release and suck my finger into my mouth, tasting her.
My eyes roll back as her flavor explodes on my tongue.
More.
It’s all I can think about. With her, I always want more. She’s still wearing those crotchless lace panties, but now they have to go.
“Love these panties, but they’re in the way.” I drag them down her legs but leave the garter belt in place. That thing is doing wicked things to my brain. I never knew a scrap of lace could be so hot. Should’ve known better. Gripping the belt, I pull her closer once she steps out of her panties.
“Can I have my hands back?” she asks, tugging on the loosened silk.
“Nah, I kinda like you like this.” Starting at her belly button, I lick along her skin, the salty taste of her sweat mixing with the sweetness of her arousal when my tongue reaches her apex. I groan as she writhes above me.
“I need a proper taste.” I drape a leg over my shoulder, bringing her pussy to my mouth, but don’t taste what I want. I tease. Blowing on her clit, I keep my eyes on her and watch as she draws in a breath. Her abdominals clench and her body shutters. “Come closer,” I breathe against her.
“How much closer can I get?” She chuckles above me, balancing on one leg.
“Drown me in it.” My fingers dig into her ass, dragging her closer until all I can breathe is her. Her wetness coats my lips as I lick from her entrance to her clit.
“Chase,” she pleads. My name from her lips in that needy tone has my cock springing back to life. The memory of our one night together is always close, but when we’re together like this, I can almost hear the waves crashing outside and taste the tequila from her mouth when we first kissed.
“I need to touch you,” she begs. I reach up and pull the end of the silk tie until it loosens on the banister and her hands are free. Her fingers latch onto my hair, holding me to her pussy. She bucks her hips when I suck her clit.
“Tell me what you want,” I speak against her.
“Fuck me with your tongue.” Her wish is my command. My tongue spears into her opening, fucking her like she wanted. To my surprise, she tangles a hand in my hair and tips it back so she can circle her clit with the other hand.
“Right there. Oh, it feels so good.” I moan and she releases a full body shiver. If I thought she was dripping before, it’s nothing compared to how she floods my face now. I wanted to drown in it, and she gave me exactly what I asked for.
“Fuck,” I murmur. The image has me pumping my cock for relief as I watch her get off on my tongue and her fingers. Her pussy flutters around my tongue, the sign she’s close. I suck and fuck in rhythm with her until she’s crying out over me.
I kiss up her body as she lowers into my lap on the floor. “You sure know how to welcome a guy home,” I tease, taking her mouth once more.
She sighs and tucks herself into me. A few minutes pass in silence before she stands and reaches out for my hand where she leads me to the shower upstairs and drops to her knees, starting round two for the night.
A guy could get used to this.