Her eyes were jewels when they turned to face me, that shimmer of laughter still bright on her face. But then her eyes deepened, and held mine, and it was different. Unspoken knowing, and a whole load of emotions that went along with that knowing. I knew then that Mum had been speaking to her along particular topics.
Now wasn’t the time to engage it.
“Are you ready to let Chloe go for the day, yet?” I asked, and Mum held her hands up.
“I’ll keep Chloe here as long as you’ll let me. She’s a superstar.” She shot Chloe another smile. “Was great to spend time with you, sweetheart.”
“Was great to spend time with you too,” she said and got to her feet, some of Mum’s folded clothes in her hands.
I put my hand on Chloe’s shoulder as she stepped out onto the landing, and this time I didn’t leave it. She was blustering out some words about how great my mum was again as she walked away, but I didn’t let her finish. I spun her towards me and pulled her close, and my mouth was waiting, hungry for hers.
Fuck, she wasn’t expecting it. She dropped the clothes, tensed and then relaxed, breathing out a whole world of relief in my kiss. She murmured that perfect little moan as her tongue met mine, and she was hungry right back, arms reaching up to wrap around my neck. I pushed her backwards towards my bedroom, huge steps over the threshold, and the bed was waiting, messily unmade from the night before. We fell down onto the mattress, desperate and wild. Her kiss was delicious. Her touch was divine, and she was grinding up at me, straining for more.
I tore her out of that dress again in seconds. She was naked underneath, smelling of body wash and shampoo. My kisses moved from her mouth down her neck, and kept on going, and this time she wasn’t jittery and self-conscious, not like the night before. Her thighs were spread wide, and her hands were urging me down, hips pressing up at me as my tongue lapped its way between her pussy lips.
“Yes…” she whispered. “Please, yes… I need it…”
So did I. I needed it more than I could even begin to say.
I needed her pussy in my mouth. I needed to squirm at her clit until she was a squirming little wreck to match. I needed her to take my fingers until they made her pant and beg and hiss that she was going to come for me.
I needed her to lose herself until her heart was pounding in her ears, breath hitching as she struggled not to burst, and then to feel lost to it. Lost to everything but my body and hers.
She delivered it all.
Her bucks were lost to rhythm, her whimpers were out of control. Her hands were strong on the back of my head, holding tight. Her pussy was a beautiful vice around my fingers as she drenched me with that gorgeous little stream of her as it dribbled from her slit.
She came hard.
Deep.
My fingers claimed her, my tongue made her bite back a squeal, and she came for me.
My heart was pounding in my ears, my breaths fierce along with hers.
She didn’t waste a second once she’d finished. She wasted no time in tearing my t-shirt over my head with feral grasps. I dropped my pants, and she was ready, wriggling down the bed to wrap her pretty little mouth around my cock.
I couldn’t stop the thrusts. I couldn’t stop craving the gurgles and the splutters and the moans as she gave me her mouth.
I dropped her onto her back, and her eyes were wide on mine as I knelt over her, dominant and desperate.
She wanted me to take her, I could see it in her eyes. Eyes desperate for more.
It was enough to make me primitive as I thrust my cock into her open mouth. I cursed under my breath as I fucked her face, staring down at her watering eyes as she strained to take me, and it only made me take her harder. Deeper. Choking her with thrusts that stretched her throat.
Beautiful.
She was absolutely fucking beautiful.
I pulled my dick free before I came, working my cock with my fingers.
“Tell me you want my cum,” I said, and she nodded.
“Please, please come in my mouth. Please…” she opened wide.
My cock was pulsing, balls tensing hard, and I needed this. I needed her.
My first spurt streaked her face, the second streaked her tongue, and then she sucked me. She sucked me as I spurted, a needy little kitten mewling for the cream.
I held her cheeks as she swallowed, and her breaths were as ragged as mine as she opened wide to show me she’d drunk me down.
“Good girl,” I said, and she liked that. Sweet little Chloe liked to be a good girl in the bedroom as well as on the ward.