“You keep doing that, I’m going to come in my pants like a teenager.”
She smiled at me. “You’re young. You could probably go again right after,” she teased.
I growled and bit her lip again. “That’s not very nice,” I said and tugged on the bottom of her shirt. “Okay?”
“Yes,” she panted and lifted her arms. I pulled the blouse over her head, tugging the tank that she wore underneath with it. That left her in a pale, rose-colored bra, her nipples peeking through the lace.
“Jesus Christ,” I muttered. She blushed and went to cover herself, but I moved her hands. I pulled them gently behind her, capturing her wrists with one hand. The movement pressed her breasts closer to my face.
“I didn’t know you had all this delicate lace under your clothes.”
“It made me feel brave for the evening.”
“Did you know about the dare before you came?” I asked, wanting to know more.
She shook her head. “No. And I don’t think that Corinne would’ve actually made me complete the dare. It was just a passing joke. And yet, here we are.”
I lifted my hips slightly, pressing against the heat of her core. “Here we are.”
I lowered my head, capturing one lace-covered nipple with my mouth. I sucked, and she groaned, but she didn’t remove her arms from my grip. It left her completely at my mercy, yet I knew she had all the control.
I moved to her other breast, kissing before I let go of her wrists to reach my hand up. I undid the clasp of her bra, and she helped me pull down the straps. When the lingerie was tossed to the side, her breasts were right in front of me.
They were the perfect size for my palms—not too big, not too small—with dusty rose nipples that hardened with the attention of my gaze.
“Jesus,” I whispered again and moved to lap at her. She moaned, tangling her fingers in my hair as I sucked on a nipple, biting down gently. “Dillon,” she panted.
“That’s it, keep saying my name,” I teased, chuckling roughly against her as she laughed, tugging on my hair. I didn’t let go, didn’t stop. Instead, I kept kissing, lapping, leaving gentle bites along her skin as I moved back to her collarbone and her neck, sucking hard.
My hands were at her hips and then cupping her breasts, before I slowly slid them down her belly to play with the seam of her jeans.
“I want to see more,” I whispered.
“You first,” she said, tugging on my shirt.
A smile played on my lips as I pulled my tee over my head from the back and tossed it beside her bra.
Her eyes widened, and she looked down at me and grinned.
“Whoa.”
“Well, then. I like the sound of that.”
She kissed me again while I played with her nipples. Somehow, I lifted her, undid the button of her jeans, and pulled them down slightly. We scrambled off the loveseat, both of us panting with need, no words needed. I tugged off her jeans, bringing her panties with them, and then knelt in front of her.
She was all wet and swollen, and since I was already kneeling between her legs, I leaned forward and took her clit into my mouth, slowly rubbing her swollen folds with my thumb. She moaned, her knees buckling, but I kept her upright with my hands.
I sucked and lapped, and then looked up at her, saw her gaze darken as she panted.
I thrust one finger into her, curling it so I could find that bundle of nerves inside, and she let out a shocked gasp before coming on my face as she nearly fell to the floor with her orgasm. I groaned and stood, moving her slightly so she was steady.
“I just…wow.”
“Yeah, wow.”
She looked at me and then rubbed the long, thick line of my cock through my jeans. I groaned, undid my belt, and shoved the denim and my boxer briefs down. I toed out of my shoes and my pants and then stood naked in front of her. Her hand moved to the base of my cock, gripping.
I put my hand over hers, squeezed harder, and met her gaze. When she slowly ran her hand up and down my length, my hand remained over hers, pressing harder and yet letting her set the pace.
I almost came right there, right over those beautiful rose-tipped breasts, but I stopped myself, knowing that I needed a moment.
I met her gaze, swallowed hard, then slowly sat down, reaching for my pants. “Need a condom,” I grunted.
She nodded, then took the foil packet from my hand before ripping it open. I groaned at the sight, nearly coming again. Then, before taking the condom from her and rolling it down my length, she licked her lips again, and I held out a hand.
“Ready?” I asked. She met my gaze before smiling sweetly and climbing onto the loveseat. She knelt, her knees on either side of my hips, her wetness grazing the tip of my cock. I groaned again and slid my hands over her hips, meeting her gaze.
“Ready,” she whispered, and then she slowly lowered herself atop me. She was so tight, far tighter than I expected for some reason, and I closed my eyes and counted to ten. She was fully seated on top of me, my dick inside her to the point I was afraid I might break her, but she just met my gaze after I opened my eyes and slowly pushed my hair from my face.
“Wow,” she breathed, and I grinned.
“That’s a good word for it,” I whispered and slowly rocked my hips. Her whole body shook, and I licked my lips, slowly rotating my hips ever so slightly.
“Whoa, need a minute,” she said, pressing her hands to my shoulders. I froze, sweat trickling down my spine. “Anything you need,” I said, my body shaking.
“You’re just really big, and I, uh, need time to acclimate.”
I grinned. “Well, that’s a very nice thing to say.”
She groaned, rolling her eyes. “You must think very highly of yourself.”
“I can’t help it. You’re tight around me like a fucking vise, and your breasts are right in front of my face,” I whispered, then reached up and licked a nipple before looking back at her. “I’m in fucking heaven.”
“Same. Now move,” she groaned, and I nodded.
“Anything you say,” I said and then moved as requested. She did, as well, rocking her hips and swiveling. I couldn’t help but look at her eyes and wonder who this woman was. Wonder how exactly this had happened. But I wouldn’t regret it. I couldn’t. Because there was something here. Something I couldn’t quite name. We kissed, and we touched, and the two of us moved against one another, our bodies pulsating. I couldn’t help but want more, even though I told myself I shouldn’t. This shouldn’t be more. Couldn’t. And yet, I wasn’t sure how else to feel. I swallowed hard and then kissed her again, slowly sliding my hands between us. I flicked my thumb over her clit, and she shook, her whole body bowing as she came. I pumped into her again, this time harder, and when she met my gaze, I thrust into her one last time, slamming into her, and then I came, too, groaning her name into her mouth as she kissed me again.
After, we were both sweat-slick, shaking, and I held her close, not wanting this to end.
I stood up on shaky legs, and she let out a little squeal. She wrapped her legs around my waist, and I carried her to the bed, my dick still inside her. I kissed her again as I lowered us, lingering in the moment. I didn’t want her to tell me that this had been a mistake. That we shouldn’t have done this. So, I kept my mouth on hers, kept her busy.