The Truth

But that’s not what happens at all.

We meet with a fiery passion, my hands seizing Tiffany by her arms to pull her to me so I can claim her mouth in a hungry kiss.

My fingers dig into her creamy skin, but she doesn’t fight me. She moans, her hands coming up to slip under my shirt. As soon as she finds skin, she almost claws at me, digging in and claiming me right back.

I pull back, our eyes locking as we half stumble, half throw each other toward the bed. Tiffany hits first, her knees unlocking as she falls back, and I pause to rip my shirt over my head and undo my jeans before climbing on top of her.

“Touch me,” Tiffany begs as my hands start exploring her body. She was slower than I was in getting her clothes off, so I’m able to explore her as I push her shirt off, cupping and squeezing one teardrop shaped breast as she undoes her bra to give me better access. She gasps, her eyes fluttering. “Daniel!”

“Look me in the eyes,” I demand, and she forces those dark, soulful orbs open to look at me as we push clothes off and out of the way, hands exploring skin that I never thought I’d explore. She’s silky soft everywhere, but especially on the hollow of her lower back, where there’s a few almost downy hairs that make me smile before I cup the firm swell of her ass.

“Damn,” I growl, squeezing. “You know you were teasing the fuck out of me that day with this?”

“Of course,” she says, smiling even as she whimpers. “That was my plan.”

“Temptress,” I compliment her, gasping when she runs a hand down and takes me in her hand. “Tiffany—”

“God, I’ve wanted this for so long,” she says.

Is she talking about me or my cock? Or both?

Either way, they’re hers.

“Just be here with me.”

Like I could be anywhere else even if I wanted to. She’s beautiful and passionate, and she wants me? I don’t know what I did to deserve this, but I’m going to enjoy the hell out of it.

She strokes me with a strong grip, her hand electric on my cock, and within just a few strokes, I’m already jerking, gasping as a huge orgasm sweeps through me. I spurt uncontrollably into her hand as I cry out. She catches it all, cradling it in her palm until I’m done.

“I—” I start to apologize, but she looks me squarely in the eyes and lifts her hand to her mouth. Her pink tongue comes out to lick my cum from her hand, and she groans as though it’s the most delicious thing she’s ever tasted. It’s the most erotic sight I’ve ever seen, and my cock starts to harden again already.

But I have other ideas.

“My turn,” I tell her. Her pants have only made it halfway down her thighs, so I shove them the rest of the way off, drinking in the sight of her in a lacy pair of panties. Her whole body is flushed pink, her nipples are pearled up, and her eyes watch my every move. I run a finger under the thin strap over her hip, dipping lower and lower toward her center each time.

Tiffany squirms, her hips bucking in search of my hand. Her impatience gets the better of her, and she pushes her own panties down, using her toe to yank them off and throw them. I have no idea where they land, nor do I care.

“Impressive,” I say about her panty tossing skills as my hand slips over her mound and the small triangle of trimmed hair above her cleft. “So pretty.”

Together, both finally skin on skin, we embrace, and I pull her on top of me to kiss down her neck, finding her pebbled nipple and sucking on it as she whimpers, grabbing my hair.

As I feast on her, my hands stroke her too, reaching around her hips to find the warm, wet cleft of her pussy. I trace her lips with a fingertip, feeling her heat slowly engulf my fingertip. She arches her back, fucking herself on my single finger, though I know it’s not nearly enough for her. But I know what is . . .

“I want a taste. Turn around and sit on me,” I tell her.

To her credit, she doesn’t show any hesitation. She spins around, throwing a knee on either side of my head to lower her pussy toward my mouth.

I reach up to grab her ass and pull her down on top of me. The first swipe of my tongue over her lips tells me I was right. She is delicious, and I’m already an addict to her sweet earthiness. I stiffen my tongue, parting her folds to taste her deeply, and she cries out, grinding down on my mouth.