Book TRK
13
The dress had looked exquisite on her, but what was underneath was even better. Sydney in just her skin was a whole different level of sexy. All curves and dips and muscle. The gap between her thighs just as pronounced as I’d dreamed about at the bar.
My stare dipped to her feet and slowly rose, and I moaned, “Magnificent,” as I reached her face.
“You’re too much.”
“Nah.” I paused, my cock fucking throbbing. “My words barely do you justice.”
A flushness moved across her cheeks as she said, “Get over here.”
Once I was within reach, she began to unbutton my shirt, working her way down my chest. My sports coat and shirt dropped at the same time. She didn’t stop until the only thing covering me was my boxer briefs. That was when her movements slowed, peeling the shorts down my legs until they fell.
“Good God,” she whispered, gradually looking down, viewing my chest, abs. Lastly my fucking cock. “I’d say you’re the one who’s perfect.”
I backed up until I reached my nightstand, grabbing a condom from inside. “Do you want to know what I want to hear?” I waited for that question to set in. “The orgasm that’s soon going to be screaming from your mouth.” I lifted her again, resting her on top of the bed, where I hovered over her.
“You’re going to make me scream?”
I kissed down her chest, unhooking her bra, her tits falling loose. With the lace covering them, I hadn’t been able to see the sexiness of her nipples. But now, I captured one in my mouth, grazing my teeth across the tip.Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.
As I glanced up at her face, I promised, “Endlessly.”
“Mmm.”
I switched to the other side, and as I gave it more pressure, her back arched, and her fingers clutched the blanket.
She liked that.
So, I did it again, sucking the whole nipple into my mouth, flicking just the end with my tongue, like it was her clit.
I didn’t hurry.
There was nothing about this moment that I wanted to end. I wanted to continue tasting this girl until the goddamn sun was rising.
She pulled at my hair as I tugged on her nipple. I was careful not to cause her any pain; I just wanted her to teeter on that ledge. I wanted her to feel the difference between my teeth and tongue. I wanted her to yearn for them equally.
And she did.
Her sounds got louder as I alternated between the two.
Her body moved, wriggling, like my cock was inside her.
“Yesss,” she breathed as I kissed down to her navel.
I halted just below her belly button and removed her panties, slipping them down her legs, showing me the sight I’d been saving for last.
“Sydney … fuck.”
I didn’t touch her.
I just stared, fantasizing about what I was going to do to her pussy.
But before my cock went anywhere near it, I continued to kiss her until my nose reached her clit, staying there, inhaling.
“Sydney …” I breathed her in again, savoring the scent. “You smell like a fucking dream.”
Her legs parted, giving me the access I needed.
That I wanted.
And my fingers found their way down her pussy, circling her wetness.
“Ford,” she sighed, her knees bending, toes grinding into the bed.
I spread some of the wetness to the top, giving her clit enough friction that she moaned. I then lowered, going in as far as my knuckles before I turned my wrist. I based my movements on her breathing, increasing my speed as she got louder.
Screams.
That was what I was after.
And I didn’t stop until I heard my first one.
“Ahhh!”
“That’s it,” I whispered against her clit. “Let me fucking hear you.”
My bedroom was like a cave, so I didn’t worry about the sound traveling-that was why I encouraged her. Why, when her voice went high again, I brushed my thumb over her clit, adding a third finger, getting that pussy ready for my cock.
“I need you.”
I gazed up, covered in her wetness. “Tell me.” I narrowed my stare. “Tell me how bad you need me.”
She lost herself in moans, my hand still moving, my thumb still brushing over that sensitive spot. And then she cried, “I want your dick.” Her teeth gnawed her lip. “Please. Now. I can’t wait another second.”
I pulled my hand away and ripped off the corner of the foil, taking out the rubber to roll it over my shaft. I pumped my cock a few times, and once I was covered in latex, I positioned her legs over my shoulders, my hand returning to her clit as I plunged inside.
“Fuuuck,” I groaned, my head leaning back. “You’re so goddamn tight.”
I’d suspected that when I was fingering her, but I’d had no idea it would feel this good.
Her pussy was so wet, so fucking hot.
So ready for me.
“Oh God!” She swallowed. “Ford!”
Each of her reactions only encouraged me to go harder, gripping her thigh, using it as leverage to plow into her. A space so narrow that she was practically keeping me locked in.
“Do you know what you’re about to do to me?”
I knew.
I could feel it.
I flicked her clit back and forth. “I’m going to make you come.”
I watched the moment it happened.
Her stomach shuddered, her calves tightened over my shoulders, her mouth opened, and, “Ford,” came bursting through those sexy lips.
I fucking loved that sound.
There was nothing hotter than making a woman feel so good that she couldn’t hold it in.
And there was no better feeling than giving her that kind of pleasure.
The ripples moved through her navel, and when she stilled, I picked right up again, sliding through her wetness, rubbing across her clit. I worked this angle for a few more thrusts before I pulled her to the end of the bed. I flipped her over, lifting her onto her knees, placing her in doggy style.
My cock teased her as I moved the tip around her opening. “Look at me.” I waited until she glanced over her shoulder before I gave her my crown. Just the head, nothing more. “You’re going to come again, Sydney.”
“I’ve never …”