I cut her off with a searing kiss, showing her that I feel the same exact way with my action because I’m shit with words. She has no fucking clue how badly I want this.
How badly I want her.
Breaking the kiss, I trail my lips down the delicate column of her throat, scraping my teeth against her skin, nipping at the sensitive flesh. Each time she sighs breathlessly, her hands fist in my hair, pulling me closer. She shudders in my arms when I scrape my teeth along the pounding pulse in her throat. It beats in sync with my own, a rapid procession of beats that tell me just how much she's affected by my kiss.
Sliding my hands lower, I try to memorize every inch of her body, praying that once this is over, I’ll remember exactly what it felt like to touch her. When I reach her ass, I pick her up, never taking my mouth off of her. I haul her up my body till her legs lock around my waist, pressing her heated center against my aching cock.
Pulling back, she mumbles breathlessly, “This is crazy, we’re crazy.”
I smirk, sliding my hands up her back, this time under the thin fabric of her t-shirt. My hands connect with bare skin and she shivers.
“Stop thinking and feel.”
“I am. It’s just sometimes my brain doesn’t shut up, honestly it’s a problem and I wa-”
Her nerves are causing her to ramble again, and while it’s cute as shit, I want her to know that I would never try and take things further if she wants to slow it down.
“Maddison, we don’t have to do anything you aren’t comfortable with. You call the shots here. If you want to stop, just say the word.”
She shakes her head. “No. No, that’s definitely not what I want. I just wish I could shut off my brain for like five seconds.”
Turning toward the bed, I gently lay her on top and place my hands on each side of her head as I hover over her.
“Trust me?”
“Yes, even though I’m insane for it.”
I grin and drop my lips back to her chest, kissing down the V where her ample cleavage peeks out from under the fabric of her t-shirt. Her blonde hair is splayed out above her and the way the sun hits the golden strands, seems to form a halo above her.
She looks like a fucking angel, and I swear my mouth goes dry when she sits up and drags the t-shirt over her head, then tosses it off the bed.
My eyes snap to the black lace that barely contains her tits, milky skin that seems to spill over the overfull cups. I can faintly see the dusty rose-colored nipples that poke through the fabric. Needy and demanding attention. Reaching forward, I push the cup down and suck the hard peak into my mouth, rolling it between my teeth until she’s panting. Kissing lower, I drag my tongue down the plane of her stomach, dipping into the curves of her body.
I move down lower and lower, until my tongue skims along the line of her leggings and then I hook my fingers in them and drag them down her hips, pulling them off.
Now she’s laid out beneath me like a goddess, her blonde halo of hair spread out in the morning light.
Her body is exquisite. Now, in the light of day, I can appreciate just how perfect it is. Soft, supple skin that I want to sink my teeth into, that I plan to sink my teeth into in the very near future.
Her searing, green and gold irises hold mine as I run my nose along the seam of her lace panties, connecting with the greedy little nub of her clit through the fabric. When I brush against her lightly, her back bows from the bed toward my face.
She’s so responsive to my touch, it’s incredible. My cock aches with the anticipation of sinking inside of her. But that’s not what this is about, not yet. Pleasing her, watching her fall apart beneath me with just my hands and tongue is all that I want to do right now. I want to see if she tastes as sweet as she looks.
Slowly, inch by inch, I drag the tiny scrap of lace down her legs, leaving her laid out bare in front of me. My eyes drag down her body, in the slowest of perusals, as I try to burn her image into my brain, so I won’t ever forget. I lean forward, kissing the smooth, bare surface of her pussy, grinning when her hips flex against my lips.
My gaze lifts to meet hers, as I kneel between her legs, and her eyes smolder. They fucking burn. Never breaking our gaze, I part her with my fingers. Only then do I let my eyes drop to her perfect pink pussy. She’s so damn perfect, it’s hard to believe she’s real.
Women like Maddison bring men to their knees, and I’m a testament to it as I kneel before her. My mouth waters in anticipation of tasting her, teasing her, bringing her to the edge. I bring my thumb to her pussy and slide it through her wetness till the rough pad of my thumb brushes against the greedy little nub of her clit.
“Briggs,” she begs.
I hear the desperation in her voice, see the way her chest rises and falls in short, shallow pants. Her hands fist the sheets beside her body as my fingers tease her. She’s wound tight and desperate for release.
“You have the most beautiful pussy,” I praise. I trail my lips up the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh, grinning when she wiggles against my lips. I kiss upwards toward the spot that will relieve the ache; sections at a time, I drag my teeth along her skin.
“So pink and pretty.” Continuing my path, I pause at the apex of her thighs and flatten my tongue against her, swiping upward torturously slow.
“Oh god.”
“Not God, baby, but I’ll worship you if you let me.”
I begin to lap at her pussy with slow, languid strokes of my tongue. Her hips buck when I latch on to her clit and suck, hard. Pushing one finger inside of her, I groan when she tightens around me.
God, she’s so fucking tight and drenched. My finger slides in easily, and when I suck on the little bud, flicking it with my tongue, she contracts around my finger.
I feast on her pussy like it’s a thanksgiving dinner fit for a king; over and over, I fuck her with my finger while I tease and lap at her clit, savoring the sweet taste of her on my tongue. When she begins to tense beneath me, I flatten my palm over her stomach to hold her still while I devour her.
Maddison’s hands fist in my hair, yanking me closer to her. “I’m going to…” She trails off breathlessly.
“Going to what, baby? Let me hear it. I want to hear the words from your mouth.” My voice is hoarse. Demanding and rough.
I want to hear her say that I’m making her come. That it’s me who’s bringing her the bolt of pleasure erupting deep within her.
“Tell me, Maddison.”
“I’m going to come. God, Briggs, I’m…”
I pull her clit between my teeth gently and tug, just as I slide another finger inside of her and curl them up, stroking inside her in a torturously slow motion.
“That’s it, baby, come on my face.” I rasp, praising her. “Good girl.”
The second the words leave my mouth, her body coils tight, the muscles in her thighs going taut as she pulses around my tongue. She comes so hard; her pussy seems to clamp down on my fingers. I continue to stroke inside of her while working my tongue against her clit until it’s too sensitive to continue, and she begins to thrash in my arms. Only then do I pull my fingers free of her body. Our eyes connect and I insert them into my mouth greedily, sucking her off of my fingers.
Even after she just came, she looks at me with heat in her eyes. This is far from over.