Cast the Cards

He tilted his head up. Their gazes locked.

“Want to hear something funny?”

“Sure.” He nodded, his voice equally soft.

Stepping back, she pulled up the hem of her tank top and lowered the top of her cutoff shorts. A delicate brown branch with three blossoms, black, red, and pink, graced the curve of her hip.

“For us?”

She nodded. A slow smile erased the pinched, austere expression he’d held moments earlier. He extended a finger and traced over the pattern. She sucked in a breath. A searing heat spread through her body. Her pulse kicked into overdrive and her muscles tensed. His finger crept lower, brushing the top of her shorts. Holding her breath in anticipation of more, she watched him through half closed lids.

“Savannah?” Raspy and uncertain, his question asked for permission.

“Y-yes.” The words were out before she could overthink them. His head dipped and his tongue shot out and caressed the path his digit had traced.

“Oh.” Her nipples hardened and her pussy grew moist. Years of neglect combined together to overthrow her objections. Desire exploded inside her like a bomb, superseding her common sense. Latching her fingers onto his shoulde,r she allowed her head to fall back, enjoying the feel of his mouth. He nipped her skin, moving across her waist. The stubble on his chin tickled where it grazed her delicate skin. He paused at her belly button and dipped his tongue inside. Her stomach muscles quivered, and her toes curled in her flip-flops. He pulled back, blowing on her wet skin.

“Carey.”The wobbly words made him look up.

“Do you want me to stop, Vannah?”

“N-no.”

Holding her stare, he brought his hand up and cupped her pussy. She gasped.

“Still okay?”

Unable to speak, she nodded. He began a massage.

“Oooh.” In need of relief from the pounding rhythm of need emitting from her core she spread her legs to allow him more room to play.

“That’s it, baby, open up for me.” Her legs trembled. The rough material pressed into her cleft. She rocked her hips against him. Needy mewls slipped from her mouth.

“It feels so good,” she moaned.

“Are you going to come for me, Vannah/”

“Y-yes.”

“Mmm. I can feel the heat from your pussy through your shorts. Are you going to let me taste you after I make you come?”

The erotic image of his head between her legs sent her hurtling up the precipice she’d climbed to at the speed of light.

The sound of a zipper being pulled down brought her back to the present. He parted the miniscule piece of fabric and worked it down her hip, stopping to kiss the new patch of skin revealed to his hungry gaze. Shoving the shorts to her ankles, he hovered in front of her moist center.

“I can smell how badly you want me, Vannah.” He ran his fingers along the side of her boy-cut black briefs, and she trembled. His finger slipped inside and caressed her swollen clit. She purred.

“I like that sound. I want to hear you make it again.” He circled her swollen nub a few more times and dipped into her entrance. “You’re so hot and tight.”

“Carey.” Whimpering, she begged him for release with her eyes.

“I always was a sucker for those eyes.” Removing his hand, he slipped his fingers into his mouth and moaned. “You’re delicious. I think I need a better taste.”

He pushed down her underwear and latched his mouth onto her pussy in one swift swoop.

“Oh God!”

Sucking her clit into his mouth, he hummed, inserting a finger, and began to thrust. She buried her fingers into his soft hair and writhed. The pressure began to build. Her walls quivered. He pulled away.