But any thoughts I had fly right out of my head to the point that I’m not able to tell anyone my name. Dahlia is sitting on the bed in thigh highs, stiletto heels and nothing else—as in every other inch of her creamy skin is bare.
I gulp, and gulp again.
She’s taken me completely by surprise, and as long as I live, I don’t think I’ll forget what she looks like right now. Her long curls fall down her back like silk ribbons, her cherry nipples are distended and one of her fingers trails a path between her breasts down to her pussy, causing my cock to swell to full arousal.
“I want to . . . experiment with you.”
Is she serious?
“I want you to trust me.” She stands and moves toward me as my mouth goes dry with anticipation.
She circles each of my nipples with her nails.
I reach out and caress her hips and bottom as I pull her closer. She shivers and her nipples harden more than before.
Smiling, I rub my chest against hers and feel her pebbled nipples against my skin as my dick throbs between us, leaking against her stomach.
“I don’t think you really have any idea what you do to me,” I admit.
I lower my head and kiss along her neck while my hands continue to explore her ass. She groans as my fingers caress along the top of the thigh highs but this isn’t enough for me. I need to taste her in the most basic way.
Dropping to my knees, I grip her thighs and kiss her mound before swirling my tongue closer and closer to where I need to be.
She quivers as I lift one of her legs over my shoulder and have my first taste of her. She rocks against me, trying to maintain her balance and I know what I’m about to do to her will have her on the floor in no time.
Gripping her ass, I press her against my mouth, and feel her fingers tug at my hair as her wetness coats my tongue.
“Ryder,” she moans. “You have to stop.”
“No way. I want you to come against my mouth.”
She groans and rubs her pussy against my mouth and gasps with pleasure when I curve my tongue and start fucking her pussy with it.
If I’m not careful I’m going to be doing the same as earlier in the kitchen and come everywhere before I get her hands on me.
With my thumb, I start applying pressure against her clit and smile as her hips rock back and forth against me. Her head falls back as her hands tighten in my hair, trapping me to her mound. Her cries are wild and I glance up, and catch her rolling and tugging on her nipples, the sight causes precum to
leak from my swollen dick.
She’s going to be the death of me.
Shoving the tip of my finger inside her core along with my tongue, she flies apart, groaning and thrashing against my mouth in uncontrollable bursts of her release.
Quickly grabbing the base of my cock, I pull back and clench my jaw to try and hold my own release back.
I’m like a fuckin’ teenager.
With legs that I’m not sure are going to hold me up, I climb to my feet and guide us to the bed, dropping onto it with Dahlia wrapped around me.
“That wasn’t supposed to happen,” she whispers.
I roll and prop myself above her. “You’re kidding me right? What did you expect to happen wearing nothing but sexy silk on your legs and come-fuck-me heels?”
She arches a brow. “And how do you know about come-fuck-me heels?”
I chuckle and rest my hips against hers. “I never said I didn’t look. Besides, the girls that hung around base never saw anything of me. I might have liked sowing my wild oats back in the day, but I was probably too damn picky.”
“Nah, you were just waiting for me to come along.” She shoves me playfully, and rolls me beneath her.