My fingers find her underwear, the silky material wet with her desire.
“God, you’re so wet for me,” I whisper to her, my voice catching in my throat. “Can I make you wetter?” I move her panties to the side and slip my finger along her sweet pussy, the sensation making me delirious with lust. She lets out a lengthy moan, her hands tighter in my hair. “I want my cock to slide into you, just like this.” I add an extra finger and move them in together. “In and out, in and out,” I whisper as my fingers go along. “You want it harder, deeper?”
She groans and I look up to see her arch back, her breasts pointed forward, her sweet, pink nipples tight and hard.
What a fucking sight, her pale skin glowing against my white couch, like an angel waiting to be fucked.
I can scarcely believe what’s happening but all thoughts in my head are slowly shutting down, drowned out by the pounding of my heart, the raw, hot tension running through me. How easy this is to touch her here, to coax these perfect sounds out of her, to say all the dirty things I want to say.
“Do you want my cock?” I ask softly. “My tongue? How would you like me to fuck you?”
“Anything, anything,” she says through another moan as I drive my fingers even deeper.
I hunch down and press my face in, my tongue snaking out and licking up to her clit.
Heaven. This angel tastes like heaven.
“You taste so good,” I murmur into her and she shudders from the vibrations. “I could feast on you for hours. Would you like that? Tell me what you like, what you want.”
“More, I want more.” She’s practically whimpering.
I suck her clit into my mouth, wet, warm, and she gives a sharp cry, calling out my name in such a way that it will be my undoing if she keeps this up.
My tongue and fingers work her harder and from the way she bucks her hips into me, I know she can take more. But I don’t want it all to end here.
I pull away and get to my feet. Her eyes are half-closed, dazed, mouth open. Lust and sex just oozes out of her. God, I’m a lucky son-of-a-bitch.
I step out of my briefs, my cock popping out. I lazily stroke myself, my eyes never leaving hers. “Is this what you want?”
She swallows loudly, her eyes pleading. “God, yes.”
I grin. I fucking love how she isn’t afraid of my mouth. She’s got quite the dirty one herself.
“Flip over,” I tell her.
She bites her lip and grins and then slowly turns over so she’s on all fours.
“Just a second,” I tell her, grabbing a condom from my bedroom and coming right back. I roll it over my shaft, my cock hot and inflexible in my hands. “Can you move yourself up a bit?”
She pulls herself forward so that she’s in the middle of the couch and I climb behind her, my thighs on either side of hers, tanned skin against pale, straddling her just below her ass.
And what an ass. I can’t help myself, I quickly lean over and sink my teeth into her perfect skin.
She lets out a yelp.
“Sorry,” I tell her, my finger trailing down the middle of it. It’s so soft and plump that I instinctively give it a smack with my palm.
She yelps again, though this time it’s choked and wanting.
I wait a moment, watching for her reaction. Her ass rises a little higher, wanting more, teasing me, daring me.
I smack it again, hard–crack–the sound filling the room. My handprint blooms on her pale skin like a cherry blossom.
“You like that too?” I murmur and the moment she nods, I spank her again, this time getting both cheeks.
“And this?” I ask, bringing my finger back to her crack and trailing it down until it settles deep into her pussy. She’s slippery, warm, completely intoxicating. The sounds coming out of her mouth are growing deeper, more primal and raw, causing my skin to feel tight and hot, the blood to pound wildly in my head.
Fucking hell. This woman feels so good, my cock is jealous of my finger. But as much as I want to be inside her, I could literally spend hours just exploring every single crevice of her plush body, finding what she likes, what she wants. I don’t think I could ever get enough of her, ever get my fill.
These are dangerous thoughts, especially when we probably shouldn’t be having sex in the first place. But fuck, does this ever feel right. Just me straddling her, the tip of my cock rutting against her ass, her skin still red from my hands–it’s the tip of the iceberg.
She wiggles her hips, trying to push my finger in deeper, crazy for more.
“Don’t be so greedy,” I admonish her but it’s futile. I grab my cock at the base and steadily push it in between her legs, into her as deep as I can go.
I groan as she envelops me, a tight velvet fist. The fact that her legs are close together means I have the added friction from her thighs.
Fuck. I’m not sure how long I’m going to last.
Everything is hot and electric. My heart pounds inside my chest.
This woman, this woman…
She grips me from the inside out and I push in further, my breath shuddering.
I press my hand down on her shoulder for leverage, slowly pulling myself out, then back in, trying to find the rhythm without crushing her. My thighs are doing most of the work, shaking slightly, the muscles popping as I move faster and faster, my cock disappearing entirely inside her, the base shiny from her desire.
My hips circle and I shorten my thrusts so I don’t slip out. She’s wet down to the middle of her thighs and I want to stay inside her deep like this, tightly packed. It’s such a fucking squeeze that a sweat is breaking out at my temples, my muscles wound too tight.
Alyssa is moaning something deep and desperate which only makes me more desperate in return.
“Do you want to come, sunshine?” I whisper hoarsely. “Will you come on my cock? Make my cock so fucking wet.”
She’s groaning, whimpering.
“I’m going to make you come,” I say. Breathless. Rough. “I’m going to make you come so fucking hard you won’t be able to move for days.”
I move one hand down to her waist and grip her while the other reaches under her until I reach her clit. It’s soaked and my finger slides over it with ease.
That’s all it takes.
Her body tenses and then starts to quake beneath me. She pulses around my cock, her clit throbbing under my finger. A sharp cry leaves her lips, then fades off into breathless little moans.
I come immediately after. There’s a rush along my spine until something at the base of me explodes. I grunt like an animal, thrusting deeper and deeper, the couch shaking while the cum shoots hard into the condom.
I exhale loudly, my breath elsewhere, my heart thudding to a marching beat inside my head. I lean back on my thighs, absently run my hands over her ass while I remember how to breathe. Then, when it doesn’t feel like I’m having a heart attack, when the sweat stops rolling off my brow, I gently pull out.
Leaning forward, I put my lips to her ear. “Did you like that, sunshine?”
She turns her head, her eyes closed and makes a noise that I think means yes.
I brush the hair off her face and kiss her cheek. Then place tiny, soft kisses on her neck, shoulder, down her spine, until I finally get off of her.
After I dispose of the condom, I toss her leggings and tank top onto the couch and then put my briefs back on.
“I don’t know about you,” I say as I pull on my shirt. “But that was a hell of a lot better cardio than the running was.”
She gives me a sheepish look as she gets to her feet, totally naked, totally beautiful.
“What?” I ask.
She nods at the couch before she starts getting dressed. “The iodine. Your couch.”
I look over. It’s no longer pristine white. The iodine from her scratches has left stains.
I shrug. “Worth it.”
“I bet,” she says with a smirk and I’m almost bereft when she’s fully clothed again. I could have stared at her body for hours. “I have a feeling your house is so white and clean because you like the taboo of dirtying it up.”
“Only with you, my prickly one,” I tell her.
She glares at me, sticking out her tongue.
“Careful,” I warn her. “You go around showing off your tongue like that, I may have to put it to a better use.”