She gripped my shoulders. “Grayson, we need—”
She broke off as I slid my thumbs along the outline of her.
“We need to talk. Before—” She broke
off on a gasp as I pulled her panties to the side, exposing her. “—before we get separated.”
I decided I wasn’t going to rip her panties off. I liked the way they looked stretched around her cunt too much.
I parted her lips with my thumbs, and her words got thinner, threadier.
“I don’t…” I dragged a finger down the line of her cunt. “Want…fuck…oh…” Her pussy twitched for me. “To waste…don’t want to waste these minutes keeping secrets.”
“Trust me, Snitch.” I dragged her thigh over my shoulder. “This isn’t wasted.”
I buried my head in her, and nothing save small, ragged sounds left her lips. I couldn’t see her face, couldn’t see the way her eyes grow and then droop, how her lips part when she swallowed air.
How she begs with just her eyes alone.
I have to go by the way her pussy got wetter on my lips, how her nails dug into my shoulder and her thigh pressed into my head.
The sounds she made.
Fuck.
The sounds. Her soft sighs and her ragged, needy whimpers.
Those were all mine.
“Fuck,” I pulled back. “This is my pussy. It’s always sloppy and wet for me.”
“Don’t stop. Please.” She dug her heel between my shoulder blades. Needy.
Fuck. I shifted on my knees, achingly hard.
I liked her begging.
I trailed my finger between the line of her then—
Slap.
She gasped as my palm collided with her cunt.
“Say it,” I demanded.
“For you,” she breathed, nails biting into my shoulder. “Always for you—”
She broke off, then scrambled to stand up straight. The move forced me to an awkward position between her thighs.
“Snit—”
She fucking stepped on me, silencing me. I tried to slide out of her skirts, move out of the uncomfortable position, and she stepped on my hand.
I was caged between her thighs.
I wasn’t sure what was happening, and in any other situation I’d love to be between her thighs, but I’m crouched in a fucking ball.
No more than a minute later, I have my answer.