Bad Kitty

He meandered down her torso, licking every inch of flesh he could before the need to explore more of her made him continue. When he reached her glistening seam, he stroked the narrow patch of brown curls. “Beautiful. Shaved women remind me of the anorexic dolls my girl cousins played with as kids.”

Her rich laughter poured over him, the basis of what he was sure would be many erotic memories of this night. She fingered the dark hair on his chest. “I like that you’re natural, too. No wax for either of us.”

“Just hot wax, right here.” He tapped her nipple. “And here.” He bent to lap at her pussy, watching her while he did so. “But not right here,” he added, chuckling at her horrified look. “I don’t have any, by the way. Just fantasizing.”

“By all means then.” Her eyes drifted shut.

“Uh uh. Got better stuff to do. And eat.” He dipped his tongue inside her lower lips, flicking up and down in silky strokes while her finger continued to lazily pump inside her.

When she started to draw her hand away, he stopped her, holding her wrist in place while he reveled in her tangy flavor. He matched slow swipes of his tongue and careful nips of teeth with husky words of praise, telling her just how good she tasted, how much he wanted to fuck her again.

He reached down to work his cock as he ate her, finally moving to the end of the bed so he could push her legs up to her chest and sample her puckered hole. While he nibbled, he opened the lube and squeezed some on his finger. She cried out at the press of his mouth, but she moaned when his mouth became his lubed digit.

“Keep fingering yourself,” he said, delighted at her instant response. He waited until her thrusts gained speed then continued his own explorations, inching the tip of his finger past the muscles that bunched to keep him out. “Don’t tense up. This won’t hurt.”

“That’s what you say.”

He laughed and bit her thigh. “Want me to get that whip?”

“No.” She moaned and shuddered as she opened more to him. “Yes. I want anything you want to do to me.”

He groaned and reclaimed his dick, pulling it hard. He’d have to get inside her again soon or he’d shoot off on her shiny floor. “Christ, you’re hot.”

“And horny.” Proving that point, she circled her thumb over her clit and wiggled her ass at him.

He didn’t hesitate. His finger crept in farther, sliding in and out in patient glides. When she started moving toward his hand, he let go of his cock and reached for the vibrator. After giving it the lube treatment, he pushed it inside her pussy. The finger between her cheeks resumed its strokes as he flicked on the toy, and her hips lifted straight off the bed.

“Oh my God,” she gasped.

He kept up his efforts in both places, gauging her response while he tested different levels of pressure. Her wetness slipped out to coat the vibrator, and he leaned forward to get as much of it as he could in his mouth. She writhed on the mattress, her hands cupping her breasts. With a couple more licks, she relaxed enough for him to slip another finger into her ass. One quick flex and her moans broke over him in an endless wave. Damn, the woman took sexy to a whole new realm.

Another brief flex and she came hard, her contracting sex clenching the toy. So incredibly hot. The vibrator blocked him from fully tasting the release showering his chin so he cast it aside.

Patrick sipped at her pussy, swallowing the proof of her arousal until she whimpered and nudged his head away. But his fingers still explored her tight little ass, and his erection still ached. He didn’t think he’d ever been this hard—or this concerned about treading gently. Nikki meant so much to him. She wasn’t just a quick fuck. He wouldn’t do anything to rush her.

She stayed still for so long that he began to wonder if she’d fallen asleep. Then she braced her heels on the bed and started to push back against him, her inner tissues stretching to accommodate his careful invasion of her ass.

“What’re you waiting for?” she whispered. “You know I want you there.”

He let out a breath and kissed his way up her body, spending time on her sensitive clit and the tender skin just below her navel. Once he’d worked up to her face, he dropped kisses all along her jaw then pushed off her to kneel between her thighs. “Turn over for me, baby.”

She smiled and flipped until she was on all fours. Her heart-shaped butt bounced enticingly, but he ignored it while he picked up her vibe. “Those bunny ear things work?” he asked, more than a little breathlessly.

“Mmm-hmm.” She took the toy and demonstrated, her back arching with obvious enjoyment.

“Keep it on. Low. Don’t want you to come again so soon.”

He squeezed out more lube on his condom-covered cock and around her hole, working in his fingers again before he gripped his cock. When he slid them away, he breached her quickly but shallowly, his own style of ripping off a bandage. Her sharp intake of breath made him curse, especially since she felt so amazing. Dammit. Don’t push her. Just as he began to retreat, she backed against him in silent encouragement.

He swallowed and gripped her ass cheeks. Slow. Go slow.

Every millimeter he sank, more of him was lost to her. More of his body, more of his heart. He traveled deeper until he reached the hilt, then eased back and did it again, gaining speed, searching for a rhythm that wouldn’t make him lose it before the bunny ears vibrating against her pussy had a chance to work their magic. But he’d gone so long without coming and this was his dream girl, the woman who haunted his nights and tormented his days.

His lungs cramped with the need for oxygen, but he couldn’t suck in enough. Every muscle clenched and his skin stretched too tight. The toy pleasuring her became his pleasure as well, the vibrations traveling through her and making his balls throb. The subtle pulse of the vibe seemed to fixate on the head of his erection before icy hot tingles erupted along his length. Fuck yeah.

His body drew taut. Ready. Her growing moans proved he wasn’t alone. She was right there with him. The ecstasy just out of reach would be shared between them both.

His control vanished, replaced with endless, blinding need. He threw back his head. “Nikki.” Her name burst from his throat, a guttural plea.