Her fingers work the button at her waist and she shoves her shorts down. When my hands get in the way, I move and the denim falls to meet her Converse sneakers, revealing grey cotton bikinis. Plain and sensible, and sexy as fuck on her.
But when she steps her feet as wide as the shorts around her ankles allow, I can see the wet spot on those panties and my cock goes iron-hard as all my blood rushes south. She’s wet for me, and fuck, do I want to deserve it. My thumbs graze along the soft skin peeking out at her core as I bury my nose there, inhaling her. I groan against her, and even that slight vibration has her begging for more.
Not.
Any other woman would. But not Erica Cole.
No, she balances herself on one hand and slips the other into her panties, petting herself if I won’t do it. “Fuck, that’s sexy. But let me.” I slide her panties to the side, watching for a moment longer before slowly licking a long line from her fingers over her clit all the way up to the rosebud of her ass. She bucks, her hips as demanding as her mouth.
This time, I give in, not teasing either of us anymore.
I slip my arm around her thighs, locking her against my mouth, and get to work. My tongue tastes every nook and cranny, mapping and memorizing her, learning what she likes and what makes her go wild.
Her moans get higher pitched as she gets closer to coming. I can’t wait, want to see her explode, want to taste it on my tongue as she clenches on me. I ease a finger in, finally finger fucking her like she told me to, and she sighs like it’s the best thing she’s ever felt. My cock throbs, dangerously close to the point of no return.
I will not come in my damn jeans just from the taste of her. I won’t. The pep talk isn’t helping, so I release her legs to palm myself, figuring if I’m coming like this, I’m going to make it good for me too.
She looks back at me through the window between her elbow and knee. “Let me see you. Jack yourself while you finger fuck me.”
My eyes cross as I rasp. “Shit, I’m gonna come just from your talking like that.”
“Got a hairpin trigger, Cowboy?”
Her tease is a challenge, one I’m up for. I leave her pussy empty, taking my wet finger to my mouth as she watches with a smirk. “You’re fucking delicious, Lil Bit. Pretty pink pussy all wet for me.” She nods, watching as my now-clean hand drops to my jeans. I make quick work of the button and shove my jeans and underwear down in the front, freeing my cock and balls. A few slow pumps have her eyes dilating.
“I want that.” It’s the best reaction my cock’s ever received. I’ve gotten the porn-star-mimicked ‘oh, my, so big’ before, and even a few fearful looks of concern over my size. In three words, the blatant, hungry, honest desire for my thick length from Erica Cole has wiped any other woman’s compliment from my mind. “Can you go more than once?”
“I’m thirty, not dead. And have you seen this pussy?” Her eyebrow says I didn’t answer the question. “Yeah, Erica. I can go more than once,” I answer dryly, unlike her dripping slit and my precum-covered crown.
She sways her hips in reminder of her order. Normally, I’m not one to follow those, but her plan is even better than mine, so I slip one finger back into her wet warmth and the other hand around my cock. “Good fucking thing I’m ambidextrous.”
“I’m sure you could make it work even if you weren’t.” The barb fades at the end, becoming a hiss as I add another finger. “Yes.”
Her eyes stay locked on my fist, moving up and down my length in tempo with my fingers moving in and out of her slick cunt. In and out, up and down, over and over. And when I brush my thumb over her clit, she comes, crying out my name and making me feel like a fucking god. I slam my fingers into her roughly, curling them against that rough patch along her front wall, milking every bit of pleasure from her I can.
She is fucking glorious, just like I knew she would be. She doesn’t do anything halfway, including orgasming. She’s wild and loud, barking at me not to stop, and when she tells me to come with her, I couldn’t stop it if I tried. Lightning jolts through my spine, going from my balls through my cock, and I spurt all over my hand.
My teeth grit, neck muscles tight as I force her name out. This orgasm is hers. She did this to me even though it’s my hand on my cock.