Casanova(90)

“Open your legs,” I said against her lips, palming her breast.

She arched her back, dragging her mouth from mine. It pushed her nipple further into my hand and also loosened the tightness of her thighs.

“Lani,” I murmured, my other hand just able to slip above her knees. “Open your legs. Let me taste you.”

She whispered, “Oh god,” when I flicked my tongue over her nipple. I was barely lying over her at this point, but the touch of my tongue against her other breast was just enough to make her part her legs.

I wasted no time sliding my hand right up there and running my finger across her pussy. She was fucking wet, and I had no idea how she had managed to keep her legs so closed. Fuck, my cock was straining against my pants, and I wanted to skip this foreplay and bury myself inside her right now.

But I couldn’t. I wanted her more.

I wanted to see how long she could hold on before I shattered her with nothing more than my tongue.

Lani trembled beneath my touch as my thumb found her clit. It was a sweet shudder, one that let me know for certain that I’d hit my mark. I rubbed the tender spot slowly as I moved back to kneel between her legs.

As soon as my knees hit the ground, she clenched her leg muscles. I was quicker than she was though, and I clamped my hands down on the insides of her thighs.

I was so fucking glad she hadn’t worn underwear tonight.

I teased her with kisses up the inside of her thigh. Her legs were shaking as I held them apart, keeping her wet pussy completely exposed to me. I stared up at her as my mouth came within a breath of her clitoris. She had her arms thrown over her eyes, but her skin was flushed red from her breasts and right up her neck.

She wanted me to do this.

I sure as hell wanted to do this.

So I did it.

I flicked the tip of my tongue against her swollen clit. She bucked her hips against my hold easily, and it took me everything I had not to do the same. My cock was painfully hard and throbbing against my zipper which I couldn’t undo. If I did, I’d be inside her within seconds.

I applied more pressure to her clit, circling it slowly. She whimpered, the sound barely escaping through her closed lips, and it spurred me on. Spurred me on to taking her pussy completely in my mouth and teasing her opening with my tongue.

It worked.

She writhed beneath me as my tongue assaulted her. Because that’s what it was—it was a pure, relentless assault on the most tender place of her, the one that would bring her the most pleasure. And she knew it, because tiny sounds that were a little too high to be gasps were leaving her mouth.

And I doubted she had any control over that at all.

And I fucking loved it.

I kept it up. I explored her with my tongue, licking and nibbling until her body tensed in quick spasms. Her tiny gasps became longer moans that were just as quiet, and she was almost incapable of sitting still.

That didn’t stop her fanning her hand into my hair and tugging though.

I pushed her legs further open with my hands and focused solely on her clit. I pushed and circled and flicked my tongue over it, sucked on it gently, kept toying with it until she finally gave over to the orgasm with a muffled cry.

I pulled back from her, wiping my mouth with one hand and reaching for my belt with the other. I grabbed a condom from my pocket before I undid my pants and stepped out of them. Then I kicked them to the side and focused back on Lani.

Her chest was heaving, and she had her legs crossed over as she recovered. She looked damn gorgeous lying there with her skin flushed, but I wasn’t done with her.

With the condom on, I pulled her up from the table. “Lie back on the sofa,” I murmured against her lips, kissing her as I turned her around.

She dropped back onto the sofa without any kind of elegance which made me laugh. She was glaring at me as I parted her legs and leaned over her, leaving my cock to brush against her slick pussy.

I kissed her despite my amusement, and she responded all too enthusiastically. She flicked her tongue against my lips and deepened the kiss. Her arms were wrapped tightly around my neck and her own head lifted up off the sofa cushions as we kissed. I stroked her body, from her ass to her breasts and back down over her hips.

My fingers brushed against the base of my cock as I slid one hand over the top of her thigh.

“Now,” Lani whispered into our kiss. “Fuck me now.”

You don’t need to ask twice.

I guided myself inside her, easing in slowly, and then held it there. She shivered. I smiled. She held me tighter and lifted her legs, making them wider, angling her hips for me.

The way she kissed me was slow and easy, so I fucked her the same way. Even though my heart was racing, I fucked her slowly and tenderly, so fucking gently I wasn’t even really fucking her. I was loving her. I was feeling her—feeling the rhythm with which her muscles spasmed, the depth with which she inhaled, the pleasure that shivered through her with each thrust.

I paid attention to it all, and I’d never been more fucking turned on in my life. Nothing was sexier than the rampant beat of her heart and quickness of her breaths combined with the slowness of her hands trailing down my back.

She made me shudder when she teased her nails down my back either side of my spine. She half-giggled, half-moaned as I shivered out the tickle of her touch and moved inside her. Then she did it again. She trailed her nails up and down my back, from the sides of my neck right down to the top of my ass, completely content with each arch of her own back and kiss I pressed to her neck.