Chapter 9 How Fond Are You of This Underwear? #3
“And you enjoy that?” she asks shyly.
“I love making you my priority, Daisy girl, one chick flick and warm compress at a time.” My smile against her skin widens, breathing her in.
“I’m not worried about you not being wet or whatever. I will make you feel good, I promise.” I kiss her lips as a small tear leaves her eye. “I’ve got you, baby, always. Now, can I continue?”
She chuckles and nods, bringing my lips to hers and kissing breathlessly. I take advantage of her lips on mine to bring my hand up and away from her pelvis.
“Wait…” She always begs, and I smile. I love her.
“I’m not done. I just need you to do something for me,” I say.
“Anything.”
I put two fingers to her lips and whisper, “Suck, baby. Make them sloppy wet for me.” Her eyes widen, but she does as I say.
Who would’ve thought that little miss I can do it all likes to be bossed around a little bit.
Once my fingers are wet, I bring them back to the edge of her panties and slowly drag them between her folds, finding her hard clit and quivering at the touch.
The thrill of knowing how responsive she is to my touch is the most perfect surprise.
I knew deep down we were meant for each other, but damn.
“Jesus,” she whispers when I circle her clit twice.
“Oh, don’t bring him into this. Just you and me here, baby. Nobody else.”
I circle her clit a few more times until her head hits the trunk and she lets out those breathy sounds again. I kiss her neck, behind her ear, right on her collarbone. I press against her clit when I suck on her skin, and she whispers sounds that go straight to my dick.
“More,” she says loud and clear. I hear you, baby, I hear you.
“How fond are you of these underwear?” I ask against her ear.
“They’re cheap, so not very. Why?” The words are barely out of her mouth when I rip the panties off her in one quick tug.
She gasps. “Teo!”
“You said they were cheap. I’d buy you a dozen more, even if they weren’t just to be able to do this.” I grab between her legs and hold it tightly. “Fits perfectly too.”
“I can buy my own underwear, thank you very much.” I cock my head to the side, and the way she smiles makes me tremble.
“What are you going to do about it now, though?” she asks. So damn naughty. So perfectly naughty.
I kiss her feisty mouth and press over her clit. Gently at first, but as she rocks, I apply pressure. She bites my lower lip, and I see stars, but not the ones in the sky. No, I see her. I groan when I feel her clit tighten more.
“Teo,” she whispers against my lips.
“You’re so hot when you say my name like that, all breathy and needy. Do you want me to fuck you with my fingers, baby?”
She nods and closes her eyes.
“Use your words, Daze.”
“Yes, please.”
“So polite. So perfect. So mine.” I slide my finger in, exploring, seeing how much she can take before she unravels. Her pussy tightens around my finger immediately, her walls closing in as my dick jerks in response.
I slide the finger out, and she whimpers an impatient sigh.
“Patience is a virtue, baby.” I bring my finger to my mouth and taste her arousal. I just know I’ll be craving this forever. “You taste addicting.”
I spit on my fingers, and she widens her eyes, tracking my movements. As soon as my fingers are back at her entrance, she tenses. I lower my lips to her ear and whisper, “Relax for me, Daze.”
As if on cue, she does, relaxing her legs and letting out a breath, allowing my fingers entrance, welcoming them with a gasp.
I hold her neck with one hand and bite her earlobe as my fingers pump in and out of her. “I can’t get enough of you against my body. Of the feel of you everywhere.”
“Please,” she whispers.
“Please what, baby?”
“I need more. Please.” She lets out a sigh. I pick up the tempo, my thumb landing on her clit while my fingers keep pumping in and out.
“I have what you need. Just let yourself feel it.” I sink my fingers deeper, arching them, finding the spot I was looking for.
“That feels so good,” she echoes, and I continue my movements. My hand leaves her neck to hold her hip in place instead. She likes my fingers digging into her skin, because as soon as I do, she opens wider. Bingo.
“That’s it, baby. Chase it.” She swirls her hips, and if it takes her two hours to get it, with my fingers caressing that spot she seems to enjoy, so be it. Who needs a hand?
“Do you want me to lick your pussy, Daze?”
“Oh,” she whispers.
“Words,” I command.
“Yes,” she breathes.
I kiss her neck again, moving down her body, kissing her nipple and making her hiss. Tender, got it. I kneel in front of her, dragging my hand away from her hip, up her thighs to grab her ass. I dig in with my fingertips at the same time my tongue splits her folds and licks her clit.
“Teo!” she shouts in what sounds like both a groan and a whisper, and it makes me groan against her sex. She squeezes tight around my fingers.
“You like that, huh?”
“Yes.”
I lick and tease her clit, pumping my fingers in and out of her relentlessly. I spit again, this time letting it roll down her clit to her entrance. I take advantage of it and slide another finger in.
“Damn,” she says on a gasp.
“You wanted more. Let me give you what you need.” I let her adjust to the invasion of my fingers while I lick her senseless. She bucks her hips against me, her hand slipping into my hair and tugging slightly, tilting my head back. I open my eyes and find her looking down at me.
“You’re a vision,” I whisper before returning to my mission: making Daisy come undone under my tongue. I keep teasing, kissing, licking, not removing my eyes from her and not stopping my fingers from pumping.
“You’re gonna make me come,” she says, and I hum.
“That’s it, give it to me.” I bite her clit, sucking it into my mouth.
“Mateo!” she shouts as she becomes a writhing mess in front of me.
Her nails dig into my neck and her legs close, almost wrapping around my face.
If this is how I die—suffocated by this woman—I’ll die a happy man.
I slow my tongue as her breathing evens out and her legs stop shaking.
I get up, picking up the discarded panties and tucking them in my pocket.
There shouldn’t be any littering at any beach, ever.
Daisy’s eyes are still closed, her lips parted slightly, her breath coming in short bursts, and it pulls a smile from my lips at the sight. I smooth her dress down her legs and kiss her dampened cheek.
“As much as I loved the exhilaration of this moment, I would like nothing more than to continue it in our bedroom.”
Her eyes snap open the minute the word our leaves my lips.
“There is only one bed, after all,” I say with a wink, and she giggles. Okay, good. She breathes out, relaxing, just how I like it.
I take her hand and guide us back to our hotel room, quietly enjoying the salty breeze on our faces and trying to commit what just happened to memory.