I wanted her to come in my mouth. I needed it!
On a mission, I held her tight and went to town. With a nudge of my nose to her clit at the same time as I licked into her, I made her jump and gasp, and decided from her reaction to see how far I could push her with just those movements alone. Turns out, I could push her far, far enough for her to lean backwards and brace herself with her hands behind her on my ribs as she ground down. Fortunately, at this new angle I had more space to breathe too, so I could focus entirely on her.
Lifting my chin, I placed my mouth over her clit and flicked it with my tongue at the same time as giving it a deep suck.
“Holy mermaids pubes, Tate,” she croaked, her hands shaking against me at the same time as her thighs clamped shut around my ears, muffling whatever else she was saying.
Probably just as well, I wasn’t sure mermaids pubes was all that sexy at a time like this, but at the same time the random saying was typically Lily, and one of the things I loved about her.
Moving my right hand inward, I adjusted the hold I had on her left butt cheek so that my palm was over it, with my thumb resting on her entrance. On the next pull on her nub, I pushed my thumb into her, and rubbed on her inner wall, hoping I was getting the right spot.
Turns out I had because only seconds later, I heard her muffled cry at the same time as she started to pulse around the finger inside her, and her thighs tightened around my head. I wasn’t sure what the hell she used to work on those muscles, but holy shit she had a fierce grip.
Before I could do anything else, she was moving rapidly down my body until she was over my cock, which she then picked up in one hand and sat down straight down on.
“Fuck me,” I roared, my back arching at the feeling of the tight, hot, wetness engulfing the top of it.
Lifting up slightly, she pushed down again, taking more this time. “That’s what I’m trying to do!”
Any residual hangover and tequila issues were gone, all that was left behind was a man who wanted his woman. And whose cock was inside his woman – kind of. And the man wanted all of his cock inside her and was going to make it happen.
Gently flipping us so that she was lying on her back on the mattress with me now over her, I lifted her legs so that her thighs were resting on my forearms, and slowly withdrew from her.
“No, Tate. Put it back!” she begged, her hand coming down to hold the base of my dick, making my eyes roll back.
“I’m going to, but I won’t last if you don’t move your hand!”
That’s all the warning it took for her to snatch her hand back as she lay there looking up at me. I know I was drunk the first time so my memories were hazy, but I’d had plenty of moments with Lily since then where I’d been stunned by how beautiful she was. They all paled in comparison to how she looked at this moment with her dark hair spread around her on the white sheets, her blue eyes sparkling at me, and her teeth nibbling her bottom lip as she waited for me to push back into her.
I knew that I needed to tell her how I felt. So, as I slowly pushed into her, gaining more ground than before, I braced myself with both hands in the mattress either side of her – which angled her hips upward making my next retreat and push even better – and leaned down so that our faces were only an inch apart. “Lily,” I rasped, my voice sounding like I was the lead singer in a heavy rock band with how gravelly it sounded. “It might not have been romantic, but I meant what I sent you last night.”
I’d remembered something earlier. A grand tequila inspired plan to text her how I felt. I couldn’t remember what she’d replied, but now that I had her here, I wanted to actually say it so she could hear the words.
“Tate,” she groaned, arching her back slightly. “I don’t care if you touch your wiener, just use it on me already!”
Shaking my head, I started to speed up. “No, not that one.”
I almost forgot what we were talking about as she dug her nails into my back, using them to pull me into her harder. “Our baby won’t look like an Avatar.”
What the shit was she talking about?
“I don’t care about that,” I growled on a hard thrust that had both of us gasping. “I meant it when I said I was in love with you.”