24. Dusty

I wasn’t exaggerating when I said this pussy’s been on my mind all day.

The memory of our first night together has been on repeat, playing over and over in my mind. She’s perfect. I know what she feels like with her legs wrapped around my waist. What that ass feels like when I’m pounding into her.

But what I don’t know yet is what she tastes like.

What her body does when I use my tongue just right. Easing between her legs, I lay on my belly and hook her thighs over my shoulders.

My lips chart a path over her soft thighs. I pause at her hip, just barely making out the shape of that daisy tattoo in the dim light.

I pause, feeling this deep understanding that it means something that we have the same ink on our bodies. Pressing a gentle kiss over the petals, I turn my attention to her apex.

My nose charts a path along the vee of her hips, breathing in her sweet scent. Soap. Some sort of sweet, exotic lotion. And the enticing scent of her heat.

I pause over her apex, just where her folds begin and that sweet little bundle of nerves is hiding. I exhale raggedly, letting a pent-up breath rush over her pussy.

Her hips twitch under me. She gives a surprised little moan and shivers in my arms. I pause, looking up at her with raised eyebrows. “Did you just come before I could even touch you?”

A sheepish giggle tumbles off her lips, and she flings an arm over her eyes. “Maybe.”

I nip at her thigh. “You’re not sure? You did, or you didn’t.”

She sighs. “I might have.”

I send my tongue sailing down her folds and her hips buck. She gasps, fingers tangling in my hair. My tongue dips into her wet center before stiffening upwards. I press against her clit and she twitches violently. “Dusty.”

She groans as I drag my tongue back down.

I fit my lips around the little bud and suck, pinning her hips down. She groans, tugging at my hair, pushing my face between her thighs. My cock is going from hard to harder. I’m letting my hips slowly press into the couch, but I’m not going to last much longer at this rate.

And besides, I want to make her come around my cock. Shucking my boxers off, I snag the condom from my wallet and slide it on in record time. And then she’s dragging me between her legs, hands clinging to my back.

My hips rest over hers, and I give her part of my weight, feeling the couch dip beneath us.

I masochistically delay, letting my tip nudge between her folds. “Is this what you needed, sweet girl?”

She digs her fingernails into my back, nodding vigorously.

“Say it.”

I growl, giving my hips a micro pump.

Her hips roll under mine, rotating my shaft in a desperate circle. “Yes. Fuck me. Please.”

Oh. I like that word on those lips. My hips thrust forward, burying half my length in one rough pump. Her back arches and she tucks her head in the crook of my neck, purring with relief. “I’m close, baby.”

“Not yet.”

I say. Although, I’m not sure that she or I have anything to do with holding back the inevitable.

It was a long afternoon.

I thought about fucking her hard and fast.

I thought about fucking her on all fours. Bent over a desk again. Pressed up against a wall.

But now that I’ve got her, I just want to make the moment last. I drag my cock back and delve back in, reveling in each millimeter of her body. Her pussy sucks at me, dragging me deeper, deeper. And she’s so fucking tight. With each thrust, my cock takes more of her pussy until my pelvis is grinding against hers, rubbing against that swollen clit.

“You feel so fucking perfect, baby.”

I whisper, grinding against her. “I love the way you feel wrapped around my cock.”

She trembles against me, one hand gripping my upper arm, the other twines through my hair. I’ve pinned her with my hips, holding her in place with my weight and strength. And she seems to have submitted to my will. Her body arches and stretches against me, lazily like a cat, like every little movement feels luxurious. The ball of her foot traces up the back of my leg. Her toes are curled.

I’ve never been a possessive guy. In fact, when it comes to other women, I’m usually eager to be away.

But Marnie triggers something primal in me. I can’t stand the idea of anyone else ever putting their lips on hers. Coming anywhere near her with their dicks.

I drag my cock out, pausing with just the tip inside. “You want me to make you come again, baby?”

She looks up at me, face glowing in the dim light. She nods. “Yes, please.”

“Who’s pussy is this?”

She tilts her head, that sly grin curving her lips. She rolls her hips under mine. “Yours.”

She thinks I’m joking, but she still said the word I wanted to hear. Good enough for me. “You’re damn right it is.”

I slam home, pumping into her. Once. Twice. Three times, and then she’s tensing around me. She gives a little cry, my name on those pretty lips, as she comes hard around my cock. That pussy clamping down hard on my shaft like a vice grip is more than enough to send me over the edge. I fuck her through our climaxes, and we’re both groaning as pleasure crashes through us.