She was ready, hot, and wanting, needing this as much as I needed to take it.
Perfect.
Her hands fidgeted restlessly by her sides, gripping and releasing the comforter, and her stomach dipped in anxious breaths.
I leaned over and dropped my head to press soft kisses to her ribs as my hands squeezed her tits through her bra then slid down and pushed under the wire, filling my palms with her heavy flesh as I dragged my tongue across her navel and flicked her piercing. I moved lower with lips dragging over creamy skin to her hip, sucking there before pressing my mouth to the top of her pussy and lifting my eyes.
Her breath shuddered as our gazes locked and I held on to that sweet, willing look she was giving me as I dipped my head and swiped my tongue through her pussy.
“Oh, yes,” she moaned, thighs tensing reflexively against my ears then pulling apart, unsure.
I grabbed her legs and pushed them back, pinning my head between them so I only heard muffled cries and muted breaths while I ate her roughly from cunt to clit and back down, fucking her with my tongue until she dripped down my chin.
She slipped off her bra and tossed it.
I sucked the smooth skin around her pussy, teasing her until she whimpered and then diving back in.
Her nails raked over my scalp to the back of my head, where she gripped and held on, then her hips started pushing off from the bed and she rocked into me, riding my tongue in hot little jerks and then melting, body warming when I moved to her clit and pulled there.
“Brian,” she gasped. “Please, don’t stop.”
“Knew you’d be this sweet,” I told her, head lifting so she could watch me give her a long, slow lick. “Fuckin’ knew it.”
“Yeah,” she said, shaking and breathless, lips parted and eyes heavy, maybe agreeing with me or maybe just feeling it, that pull I was building in her and being so close to coming she’d agree to anything right now just as long as I didn’t stop.
I wouldn’t stop. I couldn’t.
I drew her clit into my mouth and sucked hard.
Her head dropped back, chest heaving, and she peeled my hands off her legs and held them beside her, linking us together and pressing with fingertips and blunt nails, threatening to bruise bone and break skin.
Mark me, I thought.
I wanted her all over me.
Her scent, her flavor, her desperation, and she was right there, a suck or a lick away from falling.
I jerked up then, keeping her on edge and panting as she whined and reached for me with fingers and feet wrapping around my legs and hips, wanting my tongue back.
“Brian,” she begged.
“Scoot back,” I told her, and she did as I shoved my shorts down and my cock sprung free, slapping against my stomach then bobbing heavily as I climbed on top of her and in between her legs, pushing one to her chest and holding it there as I drove in, filling her on a moan that shook in my throat and tasted like fire, and the second I bottomed out, she came, air leaving her as she arched off the bed, crying out then reaching, pulling me down until our mouths fused and I swallowed her shallow, sated breaths.
I kissed her and pumped my hips through her orgasm and she rode it, hands roaming down my back to my ass and gripping, urging, pleading.
“Brian, my God,” she whimpered, staring into my eyes.
I released her leg and guided it around me, thighs squeezing my hips and fingers tensing on my stomach as I started building it in her again, measured and exact through heavy drags of my cock that were promising and punishing.
She closed her eyes with parted lips and shook with desire.
“That’s it, Wild,” I said, bending to kiss the corner of her mouth, then leaning away to watch her take me.
My pace was deliberate. She both loved and hated what I was doing.
And I loved it. All of it.
I’d make it last as long as I could.
I stayed slow when she begged me for faster.
I pinned her hips to the bed when she tried grinding down.
I fucked and fucked and fucked, mad with the need to keep her and our crazy, the smell and taste and feel of Wild spreading through my veins.
I kept off my release and her next one, sweat dripping and limbs shaking, her pussy so wet I could slide my finger between her cheeks and press with lubrication.
She pressed back, liking it.
I’d fuck her ass another time and I didn’t hesitate sharing, which got her nodding desperately and even asking for it, wanting it now because I was offering and she was so wound up she’d come the second I slid past that tight ring of muscle, I knew.
She knew.
But I had other plans.
“Yes, yes, please,” she begged, lips pressing to my ear. “Do it, Brian. Fuck me there. I want it.”
“Need you coming on my cock tonight, babe,” I said, thrusting in and out, in and out with my spine burning and my legs and arms trembling.
“I will. I will,” Syd assured. “Let me. Just let me. I will.”
“A little more,” I told her.
She closed her eyes, bit her lip, and moaned.
“Just a little longer,” I soothed.
Fingers dug into my back and sank between my ribs.
“Give me everything,” I pleaded.
Wild opened her eyes and nodded, saying, “Take it. Take all of it,” then reached above her head and pushed against the headboard, bearing down on me and sending heat through my limbs.
“Fuck,” I gasped, the need to pump faster clawing at my skin and I broke, slamming into her while keeping hold of her waist. “Syd …babe, get there.”