“Tristan?” Although she said my name like a question, she moved closer, this needful quality to her tone.
When she was close enough to me that the only thing I smelled was the scent of vanilla that clung to her, I lifted my hand and cupped her cheek. I felt bold, high on her. I couldn’t think straight with her around, not with the sight of her, her very scent, and the feel of Dolly’s silky skin against my fingers. My brain was short circuiting until I didn’t know what I was doing.
I didn’t know up from down, inside from out. I couldn’t even have told somebody my name at that moment. And when I felt her lean into my touch, my barely hanging-on control just fucking snapped.
I slid my hand around her to grip her nape, curling my fingers around the back of her neck softly, pulling her closer, not being as forceful as I wanted to because I wanted to give her a moment to tell me no, to stop this if that’s what she wanted.
But she said nothing, and instead leaned in even closer, her eyes hooded, her lips parted as she breathed in and out quickly, her warm, sweet-smelling breath teasing my mouth and making my cock thicken impossibly further.
I’d never been so hard in my life, my balls drawn up tightly, the tip of my dick wet from my pre-cum. At this rate, the front of my jeans would be damp, my body so ready to take hers, to claim hers that it had a mind of its own.
“Dolly.” I said her name softly and let my gaze travel down to her lips. She licked them as if my focus was a physical touch. I reached down and tossed the throw pillow away, urging her to see what she did to me in the most physical way.
When I pulled back slightly and looked into her eyes, I could see that her attention was down at my crotch. I watched as her eyes widened as she took in the massive erection I sported.
“Do you see what you do to me?” She licked her lips again, but her focus was still on my raging hard-on. Her mouth opened and closed, but it was as if she couldn’t find the words. So I slid my hand off of her neck and used my thumb and forefinger under her chin to tip her head back so she could look into my eyes again. “Tell me what you want.” I could’ve told her the dozen different things I wanted to do.
For long seconds, she didn’t answer. I didn't think she would, but then she slowly dragged her tongue along her bottom lip again in an almost sensual way and lifted her hand to cup mine, which was still against her cheek. I couldn’t hold in the groan that spilled from me.
“I want you to kiss me, Tristan.”
A harsh growl left me, one I couldn’t—wouldn’t—stop even if I tried. I had my hands tangled in her hair at the back of her head a second later, pulled her roughly… maybe too roughly against me, and slammed my mouth down on hers.
She tasted like the beer we’d had for dinner, hoppy notes of honey. I swiped my tongue along the seam of her lips, and she gasped, her mouth parting for me, an invitation I immediately accepted as I plunged my tongue into her sweet, hot recesses.
I kept her face pressed to mine as I devoured her lips and tongue, fucking her mouth because I couldn’t stop myself. I was too far gone in my need for her, my cock throbbing, my balls aching.
Dolly shifted, throwing a leg over my waist, sinking down on me until it took everything in me not to tear our clothes off and sink my cock into her pussy. She started rocking against me, back and forth, rubbing that sweet little cunt on my denim-clad dick until I felt so much pre-cum seep from the tip of my shaft that I knew it was soaking my jeans.
I knew, without a doubt, that Dolly would let me take her right here and right now. She’d let me fuck her on this couch, the sound of my groan slapping against hers, the sensation of my cock tunneling in her cunt the only thing that I could feel. I knew this by her sweet little mewls, by the way she moaned and rocked back and forth on me, rubbing herself on my erection as if she desperately wanted to get off.
And I needed her to.
So I gripped her waist and helped her by moving her back and forth, lifting my hips up when she ground down, needing her to explode on top of me… because of me.
“Come on, Dolly,” I gruffly said against her lips, not kissing her, just letting my lips brush along hers with every whispered word I said. “I want to know you got off because of me, right over my cock. Give that to me.” I tangled a hand tighter in her hair, keeping my other one clamped down on her waist. “Now, Dolly,” I growled. “Come right fucking now.”