Now the curves of her ass are bare, and I can’t resist fitting my palms to them and squeezing.
“This is nuts, but I can’t stop.” I suck gently on the skin of her neck. “Do you want me to stop?”
“God no.” She turns back to face me and threads her fingers through my hair, her head falling back as I drag my mouth over her throat. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
“I want you so fucking much. Christ, Romy. I can’t stop thinking about you.” My hands move on her body, squeezing her waist, sliding up to her rib cage. “I can’t stop dreaming of you. I need you.”
She shivers. “I dream about you too.”
“Yeah?” I brush my rough cheek against her smooth one. “Tell me what you dream of.”
“This.” She caresses the back of my neck, my shoulder. “This… and more.”
I capture her mouth again in a hard, bold kiss that feels both reckless and inevitable. My thoughts spin out of control as sensation takes over everything. I cover one breast and squeeze, lust kicking in my belly. My skin heats and tingles, my heart ricocheting unevenly in my chest.
I press my hand to her soft flesh, kneading it, then rubbing my thumb over the hard tip. She moans, her back arching, pushing her tit into my hand.
I glide my other hand down over her hip. “So smooth,” I murmur, fingers sliding around to her ass. Our tongues play, licking and sucking, heat building in my core. I kiss her over and over, and she kisses me back, opening wide and letting me lick inside her mouth, then nip at her bottom lip. She whimpers.
“Do you want me to stop?” I whisper again.
“No.”
Pleasure expands in my chest and flows through my body. I move her toward the bed, easing her down to sit on the edge, and I lower myself next to her. I pluck both nipples, tight little points, and she shudders. “So tight. So perfect.”
She makes incoherent sounds of pleasure as I play with her. My fingers move wider, stroking her ribs, her stomach. I lift her legs over my thighs, parting them wide, exposing her, and my hand covers her there. She mewls. “You’re still dressed,” she whispers.
“I can fix that.” I lift my hand and my clothes are gone.
“Whoa.” She blinks up at me. “There is a spell for that.”
“Sometimes fast is good.” I lower her to her back and reach for her thighs. “But sometimes… slow… is better.” I part her legs, studying her. “Pretty,” I murmur. “So pretty and pink. Are you wet, Romy?”
“Oh God, yes.” Her pelvis rolls invitingly.
I keep my touch slow and gentle, stroking the softest skin, brushing the patch of curls while my other hand plays with her nipple, twisting and pinching until she’s writhing and moaning.
“Do you need to come, pretty girl?” I kiss her jaw.
“Yesssss.”
“Fuck. You’re so hot.”
“I need you too.”
I dip my fingers between the contours of her flesh to find wetness, slicking my fingers through it and back up to circle over her straining clit. She jolts and gasps.
“So soft. So wet.” I tug her nipple, and another moan slides from her mouth. She makes more soft sounds as I rub her, at first slow and easy, then quickening. Her body ripples beneath my hands, her breath coming faster and her skin misting with perspiration. “Oh God…”
“Like this?” I rotate my fingertip on her sensitive clit.
“Yes… right there…”
I glide my hand up from her breast to her throat, possessive yet careful, and she lets out a low wail, her body tightening. I keep my fingers there, moving, pulling her orgasm out of her until she stops trembling, covering my hand with hers.
I caress her arms, her breasts, her stomach. “So sexy.” I lean over to nuzzle her neck. “That was gorgeous.”
My dick is on fire, my balls aching.
“Oh… um, thank you. And also… thank you.”
I smile.
She pushes up to sit, hands planted into the mattress. “Do you want me to…?” She gestures at my throbbing erection.
“No. I mean, yeah, of course, but… not now.” I kiss her mouth. “Right now I want to fuck you.”
She trembles. “Oh. You… you have a condom, right?”
“Yeah.” I point at the nightstand, and one appears there.
She laughs softly. “Perfect.”
I yank back the covers on her bed, then lift her and set her down, head on a pillow, and move over her. “I’m gonna explore that sweet pussy again. I’m gonna taste you and make you come again.”
She shivers. “That’s… optimistic.”
I laugh. Out loud. A burst of genuine mirth. “Do you doubt me?”
She bites her lip. “Not you so much as myself.” She eyes my bare chest with avid appreciation, eyes widening as she takes in my cock.
I give myself a stroke, and her eyelids go heavy. “Oh, Romy.” I shake my head. “Never doubt yourself.”
“Easy for you to say,” she mutters.
I stretch out next to her, sliding an arm beneath her shoulder, my other hand caressing her neck. My thumb brushes back and forth over her throat as we kiss, and she wraps her arms around me, giving herself over to me. I love it.
She tastes like longing and lust. Like bliss. Skin to skin, I want to sink into the warmth of her, rub myself all over her, breathe her scent into my lungs.
I ease back, keeping our mouths joined, so I can sweep my hand down her body—between her breasts, over her belly, along her thigh, then back up. Her small hands explore the contours of my shoulders.
I cup one breast, fill my palm with it, toy with her nipple, then cup her jaw. She feels tiny in my big palm. I turn her face away from me to give access to her cheek, her ear, her neck. I run my tongue over her skin.
“This is cute.” I pause and touch a fingertip to the small tattoo behind her ear—a crescent moon.
“Mmm.”
I lick and suck her skin into my mouth, stopping at her gasp, just short of pain. She squirms next to me, making soft sounds of delight. Then I slip my hand beneath her head, turning her back to me, and I kiss her mouth again. I’m burning up, throbbing with need.
I coast a hand down to her pussy again, and she shifts so her arm is between us and finds my cock. Jesus. Her soft fingers closing around me have my blood running even hotter. I roll back a bit more, my eyes closing, my face tightening as she grips me and tugs. A groan rumbles in my chest.
My fingers move between her legs, and her thighs fall apart. I touch her slowly, confidently, scratching lightly over her thighs, making her shiver. I pet her and stroke her, then so lightly find her clit. Her body spasms as I touch her still sensitive bundle of nerves.
We play like this, my fingers inside her, petting her clit, her hands slowly stroking my shaft up and down. I suck her nipples until they’re stiff and red. I don’t know how much time passes; I’m spaced out, nothing but feelings and rapture. Then I push up and turn so I can watch my fingers touch her. She grips me tighter and strokes harder. Then I bend and press my face to her pussy. I breathe in her scent and feel like I’m drunk.
Her body nearly lifts off the bed. “Oh God!”
“Mmm. I knew you would taste sweet.” I lap and suck, teasing her clit with the end of my tongue. “Such a pretty pussy.”