Her tongue sweeps over her bottom lip, and her eyes blaze with heat. But there’s a trace of brazenness there, too, and fuck if I don’t love the sight of it. “Maybe.”
“Maybe, huh?” I gauge her reaction as I drag a thumb along the crease of her folds before pressing against the fabric, nudging her opening. “Think I’ll get more than a maybe if I do this?”
Tugging the fabric aside, I fit my mouth over her and drive my tongue inside her pussy. Jesus Christ, she drenches my damn tongue, so hot and snug and perfect.
She digs her fingers into my scalp, her breaths coming out in sharp pants. Her hips jerk as if she’s trying to drive my tongue deeper. Sweeping one of her thighs up, I press it open wider to grant me more access.
I French kiss her pussy and revel in the way she tastes, the way she responds without a trace of inhibition.
When I start working her clit with my thumb, her whimpered cries have me pressing my dick against the mattress to stave off the urge to shoot my load. Intermittently, I suck on her puffy lips before driving my tongue in and out of her.
She has a death grip on my head, as if she doesn’t realize I don’t want to be anywhere else right now than buried face deep in her pussy. Her thighs grow tense, and I know she’s close.
I give her clit a little pinch and watch her writhe on the bed. Damn, she’s a sight. Dragging my tongue through her lips, I speak against her slick skin, and my breath has her shivering. “You gonna come on my tongue like a good girl?”
She peers at me with heavy-lidded eyes, chest rising and falling with labored breaths. I wait for it to appear, and it does something to me when I see it. Her lips firm, and even though she’s breathless, her words are filled with challenge.
“Don’t know. You gonna be good enough to make me?”
I hold her eyes for a beat while a smirk tugs at my lips. “Why don’t we find out?”
Then I fuck her pussy with my tongue like my goddamn life depends on it.
21
MAC
My mouth drops open, and my entire body arches when my orgasm hits. My inner muscles clench and release, over and over, as I ride Daniel’s tongue.
If I had any shame, I’d be mortified that I was likely suffocating him with my pussy, but…fuck. Endless waves of pleasure assault me, and I’m powerless to do anything but give myself over to it.
When he groans, the satisfied sound vibrates against my core and sends more tremors coursing through my body.
Once they finally subside, he runs his tongue along my entrance and I jolt, my flesh overly sensitive. Placing a light kiss at the inside of each thigh before he moves away, he shifts to brace his hands on either side of my head.
His lips are shiny from me, and it sends another surge of arousal strumming through me. A gleam of arrogance sparks in his eyes. “Seems to me like I was more than good enough.” His raspy voice dances along my skin, eliciting a shiver, before his words dawn on me.
“You gonna come on my tongue like a good girl?”
“You gonna be good enough to make me?”
I narrow my eyes on him, but I’m certain it lacks the frosty quality due to my still satisfied, languid body. “Tough to say.”
“Really?” He licks his lips, and my core tightens at the hazy arousal painting his features. This is when I register the hard length of his cock pressing against me. “’Cause I’m pretty sure I have a few bald spots from where—”
I shove against him, and when he moves, shifting away and onto his side, an invisible fist reaches inside me and clinches my stomach in its hold.
The careful way Daniel watches me tells me I could call things to a stop right now and he wouldn’t be pissed. He wouldn’t rant about me being a dick-tease or complain that I got mine and now I’m leaving him high and dry.
He sure as hell wouldn’t force me, either. That much I know with inherent certainty. Regardless of how hard his cock that juts from beneath the fabric of his pants might be.
When I slide my panties down my legs and kick them off, he still doesn’t move an inch. Nor when I shift to rest on my knees and reach for his belt, releasing the leather from the clasp before unfastening his pants.
Not once do his eyes veer from me, that intense gaze tracking my every move, as I urge his pants lower. He lifts his hips, allowing me to tug the tailored fabric down his legs before he kicks them off.
He reaches for the buttons on his shirt, blunt fingertips making quick work of them, while I tuck my fingers beneath the waistband of his black boxer briefs. Carefully, I peel them down over his cock, and the muscles in his lower abdominals flex and ripple.
His arousal is thick, and I’m struck with the urge to trace my tongue along that prominent vein running the length of it.
“Whatever you’re thinkin’, I’m on board.” His voice is barely more than a rasp, and when I lift my eyes, his own sear me to the core with their heat.
Cords of his neck taut with restraint, his hands are fisted on either side of him, the dark ink curling around his knuckles. It’s empowering and heady to know that I have such a visceral effect on a man like this.
I wrap my fingers around his length, and his hips jerk instinctively when I stroke him from root to tip. Sweeping my thumb over the flared head and smoothing the moisture there, I duck my head and secure my lips around his cock before creating a strong suction.
“Fuck!” His fists unclench and clench, his thigh muscles rigid as hell beneath me.
I’ve never been enthusiastic about giving head, which is probably why I never do it. But something about this man draws me to him like a moth to a flame, inciting a need to show him pleasure. Especially after the intense orgasm he gave me.
Normally, all sex is to me is scratching an itch. A simple exchange. For the first time, I’ve found a man who doesn’t hesitate to get a woman off first. Not only that, but he’s the only man I’ve ever met who has me actually craving to sink down on his cock, to feel him throb inside me.
Using my tongue, I trace the vein that disappears at the base of his cock, barely nudging his balls. “Mac.” He practically growls my name, and it has more wetness gathering between my thighs, my nipples tightening into hard buds.
I raise my head, locking eyes with him. His nostrils flare, and one hand moves to his cock, his tattooed fingers wrapping around it. Daniel’s fiery gaze never wavers from mine as his fist gives a thorough stroke.
“You gonna ride me?” He pumps his fist over the rigid length. “Gonna take me deep?”
When I rasp the tip of my tongue lightly against one of his balls, he lets out a harsh expletive, and his fist tightens around his cock. It sends me into motion, and I reach for my discarded jeans to grab a condom I always keep handy.
It takes me no time at all to roll it down his rigid length. Once it’s in place, I crawl to his side on my hands and knees and wait.
And wait another moment for him.
“The fuck are you doin’?” His tone is laced with an odd mix of curiosity and gentleness.
“Waiting on you,” I pipe back. Duh. Nobody ever wants to fuck me face to face.
He shifts on the bed, and I prepare for him to press inside me, anticipating how good he’ll feel. But when he gives my legs a firm tug, it catches me by surprise.