Her nipples are hard beneath her tank top, and I take advantage, taking one then the other into my mouth through the thin cotton to suck and bite at her. This poor shirt’s going to have to go in the trash. I’ve stretched it out so much, but that’s okay. I’ll tear the damn thing to rags if it makes her happy.
She gasps, arching into me once again. I release her hands, yanking the straps of her tank down her arms, freeing her tits to my hungry eyes before pinning both of her tiny hands with one of my larger ones.
“Fuck, Maggie,” I rasp, taking in the sight. I hadn’t seen them yesterday, only felt their soft weight in my hand as we dry-humped, but they’re perfect, soft and full and delicious looking. “Look at these pretty nipples, all pink like candy, making me want to eat you up.”
“Please, do . . . all you want,” Maggie says, and I remind myself again that maybe she knows, but she may not, just how intense her words are to me.
I lower my head to take her nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around again and again to drive her wild before finally sucking her deep, swallowing and feasting on her succulent body.
She cries out, begging for more. I keep suckling her, back and forth between her right and left, as her hips buck beneath me, asking desperately for attention and rubbing along my hard cock.
But her moans are getting sharper, and I lift my head up to look into her unfocused eyes, challenging her. “Are you gonna come just from me sucking on your tits?”
She shakes her head, lifting her hips to grind against me. “More,” she begs, but now that I know how close she is, I want to see this up close. “Please.”
I lower myself down, but this time, I keep my eyes on her face as I swirl my tongue around her nipple and she picks up her head to watch me.
“You like watching me lick you?” I ask, teasing her nipple lightly. “A voyeur?”
Her eyebrows pull together, her eyes locked on my mouth. “Or maybe . . .” I murmur before I grab her nipple between my teeth, biting just hard enough to keep it in my mouth as I pull, blending a sharpness with the pleasure to see how rough she likes it.
“Ahhh!” she cries out as her head falls back. I know she’s on the edge, needing just a bit more to get there.
“Or maybe if I suck hard enough, the pleasure will shoot right down to your empty pussy, clenching on nothing and wanting my cock so damn bad that you can’t help but come. Let’s see.”
At the same time, I pinch her left nipple between my fingertips and suck her whole right areola and as much pale skin as I can into my mouth, drawing hard and deep. I grind against her soaked pussy, thrusting my hard cock to slide over her clit through her panties, pushing her over.
Maggie bucks wildly, crying out as her orgasm washes through her, and I have an up-close view of her face as the bliss overtakes her.
It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Her fingers clench on my arms before going totally straight, her body shaking uncontrollably like a guitar string. She’s still shuddering, her eyes closed as I release her hands, moving down her body. I pull the tank over her hips and off, tossing it to the floor before focusing on the soaked mess of her panties.
I trace a light touch through the moisture, pleased that it’s because of me, that I did that to her. “God, I’m hungry for your taste again. So sweet, and so dirty for me. Lift your ass for me, Angel.”
The meaning of my words hits her hard, and she stops, fresh heat in her eyes as she lifts her ass just like I commanded. I pull her panties down and off too, my cock surging so hard I nearly come just from the evidence of her first orgasm and the anticipation of what I’m going to get when I lick every drop of it until she coats my mouth with her second.
I press her thighs open wide, hovering so she feels my breath, and look up at her, my voice a throaty growl of need. “Tell me, Angel. Tell me what you want.”
She squirms beneath me, wordlessly lifting her hips toward me. I shake my head, pinning her hips with my hands, and blow a hot, open-mouth breath across her lips, knowing she’s watching me tease her. “Say it.”
“Lick me, Shane,” Maggie says, spreading her knees out wider and mewling her need. “Please.”
I raise an eyebrow at her, moving toward her inner thigh, right on the crease of her center, and licking a slow line with the flat of my tongue, watching as she jumps. “Here?” I ask before doing the same thing to the other side. “Or maybe here?”