Shit.
My cock wants to reach up and stuff a gag in my mouth, but I have to ask her one more time. I have to know she wants this like I do.
“We probably shouldn’t do this,” I mutter, reluctantly as hell because I don’t want to stop.
“Probably?” Val kisses my chin, my neck, grazing her way up in these hot little whimpers.
“Probably not.” I let my hands roam over her back, across her firm, perfect ass. Barely able to hold in a groan due to my raging hard-on.
“Sorta late for that, no?” Nuzzling my neck, she whispers, “You said you like me.”
“And I do,” I grunt, pinching my jaw shut as her hand brushes my bulge.
Goddamn, doesn’t she get it?
That’s why we should stop, I tell myself, but I’m not very convincing to anyone. Least of all me. And I don’t have it in me to fight.
“I like you, too, Flint.” She arches up, looking down at me, her eyes narrowed in this adorable sex kitten squint. Her dark chocolate hair falls around her face, spilling on my chest, her fingers teasing me in ways that make me want to shoot off in my shorts.
“I like you, and I don’t want to stop,” she whispers.
My dick jolts like it’s got a live current.
Damn it, this girl. She’s not even talking proper dirty yet and she’s got me so riled I can’t even think anymore. Not unless it involves every inch I’ve got buried deep inside her.
She slides up, planting her knees on the bed, one straddling each side of my hips. My hands just move, arching to her sweet ass, pulling her lower so we’re joined together.
I suck in a sharp breath. It’s as sweet as it is pure torture, having her pussy so close to the zone, separated by nothing but a few thin layers of fabric.
“Val, fuck,” I growl.
“I want you, Flint,” she says again, capturing my mouth with hers, holding herself up with her hands on my shoulders. “I want you to help me forget again.”
A feral groan shakes the back of my throat. It’s so damn on. No backing out.
I want it just as bad as she does, breaking the kiss so I can tell her.
“Gonna fuck you through the floor, honey.” Those words hiss through my teeth like scalding steam.
Her eyes ignite like gold discs. Bright, shimmering, full of life.
“You want me that bad?” she whimpers, running her hips on mine, teasing me with red-hot friction.
I answer with an upward thrust. Her whole body quivers as my cock slides against her clit through the fabric.
“That answer your question?” I do it again, no sooner than the words are out of my mouth. “Or should I be clearer?”
“Oh. My. God.” She lets out a half laugh, half raspy moan. “Can we? Now?”
I grasp the hem of her dress with both hands and pull up, clawing at it like a wild animal, yanking it over her head. Once it’s off, I throw it across the room. She’s not gonna need it for a good, long while.
“Yeah, honey. Right the fuck now.”
I mean it, too.
Especially when I see her bra, this lacy, pink little thing with a tiny plastic catch. I reach up, rubbing each nipple through it.
She moans real sweet for me again, closing her eyes as she bucks against my hands. Another slurred whimper comes out of her. Pure rocket fuel for my lust.
“Ohhh, that’s good,” she whispers.
I pull her forward, growling, shoving her bra down and taking one puckered nipple in my mouth. I swear to everything unholy, I could devour her. I could spend days worshipping this body, imprinting every square inch of her on my tongue.
“Oh, Flint,” she whines again. “So good.”
“Not half as good as these,” I tell her, unhooking the clasp, freeing her supple tits to hang down in front of my face, begging to be roughed up.
She drops her shoulders so the straps slide down her arms. That’s my cue to pull her forward so I can take another virgin nipple in my mouth, melting her with every lick.
My tongue goes to work, teasing the nub, rolling the nipple on her other tit between my thumb and finger. Her pussy just gets hotter, hovering over my cock.
I know she’ll be absolutely soaked.
A thought that makes me growl again, tugging her soft little bud between my teeth, lashing it with my tongue like there’s no tomorrow.
Her pussy grinds on, harder against my length, deepening this friction that’s so intense it could rival Hell Week’s torture. I think I’d rather go through ten more rounds of SEAL training than spend another minute without being buried in her to the hilt.
Fuck, this feels good. Feels right. So I suck her nipples, thrashing my cock against her, over and over, until I can’t take much more.