The moonlight illuminating the room shines bright on her luminous skin and allows me to catch the highlights of the show. When she folds back up and faces me with her closed wrists resting against her hips, my jaw drops. I should've known the glint in her eyes was a precursor to something naughty.
I blink a few times before my brain catches up and allows me to form a cohesive sentence.
“Holy Christ, Everly.”
Okay, not quite a sentence.
I take her all in, brushing my eyes up and down her sinful body and I find myself just staring at the perfection of this girl.
Wow.
I lock eyes with her and cock an eyebrow as if to say, Are you fucking kidding?
She doesn’t have to respond. Her wry smile suggests she knows exactly what effect she has on me.
Her arousing lingerie might induce my temperature to rise to dangerous levels. Scratch that. Not might. It already has. What she’s wearing is spank bank material for sure.
Her body isn’t adorned with any old black bra and panties.
No. If it were, I wouldn’t feel like my hardening cock is threatening to rip the zipper on my pants.
The cup of Everly’s bra is accentuated by a red lace floral appliqué. The panties received the same treatment, but the red lace sits on the side. The string running on each side of her waist is pure sin. The combo is naughty, but classy.
Mesmerized by her beauty, I close the gap between us. No way I can remain this far away from her.
“Fuck, you’re hot,” I grunt.
With my free hand, I travel down the front of her chest until I reach her magnificent tits. I rub the back of my knuckles against her hard nipples before pulling them through the fabric between my index and my middle finger, inducing a series of lustful gasps from her.
“You wore this for me, precious?”
“Technically, I didn't know I was going to bump into you.”
Cheeky baker.
“Semantics.”
“It was my cousin's idea,” she reveals. “She said with the tuxedo, I had to up my lingerie game.”
“Bless her and remind me to send her a very large bouquet of flowers.”
We both laugh.
I bring my hands to her back to unhook her lace bra, eager to release her tits. I throw it far enough so it lands on top of her tuxedo. When I take sight of her breasts, I swallow a moan. The most exquisite rosy areolas circle her tight suckable nipples as beautifully as a crown.
“These are perfect,” I marvel.
“I'm not a double D—”
In a city like LA, you never know what you're going to get. It's more than just a cliché. The reality is, in our industry, tits are often fake. Everly's aren’t enormous silicon melons, but they’re real. And more importantly, they’ll fit perfectly in the palm of my hands. What more could I ask for?
“Like I said, they’re perfect.”
She flashes a triumphant smile.
“Something tells me I might become addicted to sucking on these, but hey, I’m a betting man.”
That gets me a childish giggle.
I lower my head towards her chest, grabbing one of her tits and pushing it inside my mouth while groping the other possessively.
“Ohhh,” she exhales.
I lick her swollen peak like a starved man who’s spent too many nights alone with his fist as his only companion.
“Your tongue is as amazing as your lips.”
I chuckle.
“Your tits are so fucking sexy,” I rasp between licks.
As I take my pleasure—and give her hers—she lets out a series of inaudible prayers. The more I suck, the more she arches her back, pushing her tits upward. After a few teasing minutes, I pull away.
“God, the way you do that…”
“There’s still so much of you I have yet to sample,” I tell her.
“You’re never going to let that one go?”
“Your invitation got us here.”
I caress the length of her body, starting from her neck all the way down to her pussy. I slide my fingers in between her wet lips and she loses it.
“Jesus,” she cries, squirming under my touch while her nails dig into my forearm.
“I can smell you, Everly.”
“Oh, God. I'm sorry.”
“Don't be. It's a good thing. It tells me your sweet pussy is ready for me.” Her heady scent makes my cock twitch. Leaning into her, I insert two fingers inside her pussy. Her knees buckle.
“Christ,” she groans. “Your fingers are so long.”
“They're just a warm-up for my cock. Trust me, he’s a lot more to take in.”
Her eyes widen at my boldness.
“You’re dripping, precious,” I say.
I relish at her juices gliding down my hand.
Everly tilts her head up and flashes me a small smile. “I can't believe it. It’s never happened to me before.”
“What do you mean?”
She opens her mouth to say something, but hesitates.
“You can tell me,” I coax. “I won't judge.”
“It's usually pretty dry down there.”
All movement stops.
“What?”
“I never get this excited,” she says, lowering her eyes.
“So this is for me?”
“Definitely.”
We exchange a smile.
I continue with my tease.
With one finger, I stroke down into her wetness and back up, circling around her clit. Each circuit jolts her body and leaves her shivering. I tease her languorously, taking my sweet time to savor how well she responds to me. Without being coaxed, she moves her hips in a circular motion, almost begging me for more as I torment her, careful not to touch her clit.
“You have no idea how exquisite you are right now.”
She whines and thrusts her hips forward, hoping I’ll give her what she wants. Her body starts to tremble as my finger skates around her clit in a slow and rhythmic dance. Her panties are dampening against my fingers as she pushes against me.
Fucking beautiful.
From the way her eyes roll into the back of her head, I'm sure she’s a breath away from losing it. I could take her to the brink, but I have other plans for her.
“You stopped,” she says with slight annoyance.
Without leaving her gaze, I pull out the two fingers I have in her pussy, bring them up to my mouth and lick.
“Mother of God,” she hisses.
She just stares at me as I lap her juices from my hand.
“I can't believe my eyes,” she says.
“For five days now, I've been wondering what you taste like. I suspected you’d be this sweet. I was right.”
“That was so…”
“Wrong?”
She shakes her head. “That's not what I was going to say.”
“I'm listening.”
“Outrageously sexy,” she says before folding her lower lip between her teeth.
“So my donut dominatrix is a little perverted?”
“I suspect you're a bad influence on her.”
“Good.”
“You look like you took so much pleasure when you were licking your fingers.”
She’s still dumbfounded.
“It’s the second best thing to having my mouth on your pussy.”