“Nope,” I say as I carry her into the back. I look around for a surface, but soon I’m getting overwhelmed. I can’t do her on the counters because she makes food there. The floor? I think I just threw up. The wall? Yeah, wall.
I press her into the wall, pinning her with my hips while I devour her mouth. Her fingers press into my neck as she draws the kisses out of me. She pulls away, and I open-mouth kiss her down her jaw, her neck, before pulling back to yank off her shirt. She’s wearing the bra I just bought her. The lace looks incredible against her soft skin, and it’s making it real hard to see straight.
“Fuck, I want to rip this off you, but it’s so pretty.”
She arches up into me. “I want you so bad.”
She doesn’t need to say more. I undo her shorts and put her on her feet to yank them down as she unfastens mine. I reach into my back pocket for my wallet just as she falls to her knees, taking me in her hands. She licks up my cock, swirling that naughty tongue around my head before taking me in her mouth. I fall back into the wall, holding myself up with my palm. As she moves up and down my cock, each time taking me deeper and deeper, I feel everything getting tighter. I put the condom between my lips and grasp her hair in my hands, guiding her up and down my cock. I thrust into her mouth, pressing to the back of her throat, needing this. Needing her. She sucks me hard, sending a chill down my back.
I don’t want to come here. I want to be inside her, but she has other ideas. I try to stop her, but she won’t. Her lips are so thick, her tongue perfect against my hot skin. She cups my balls, squeezing them as I thrust back into her throat once more, unable to handle it. She picks up speed, her head bobbing on me just the way I love it. I feel my toes curling in my dress shoes, and there is no stopping the train that is my orgasm. I rise up on my toes, exploding into her mouth as her name leaves my lips.
She sucks me dry while she watches me, quivering under her mouth. I take in a jerky breath as I look down at her. She removes me from her mouth, kissing the head, making me jump, but that sneaky grin on her lips lets me know she did it on purpose. I reach down, taking her face in my hands before shaking my head. I pull the condom out of my mouth and wave it at her. “I had this ready.”
That sneaky grin hasn’t moved. “I told you I’d suck the skin off you.”
Desire rolls in my gut. “Fuck if you don’t make me crazy.”
She stands up, wrapping her arms around my neck. “Why don’t we go upstairs, where there is a sub for you? We can nap and carry on when you’re ready.”
I grab her ass, squeezing it hard. “I’m always ready when it comes to you.”
She kisses my nose. “Then come on.”
She couldn’t stop me if she tried.
Her place is pitch dark when we go upstairs. She’s still only in a bra and panties, while my shirt is untucked and my pants hang loosely on my hips. She grabs the sub for me and then two Cokes before we head back to her room. After she shuts the door, she holds up a finger at me. “Don’t eat in my bed. I’ll be right back. Let me go brush my teeth.”
Thank God. I really want to kiss her some more.
My hands are full as I look around her room. It’s a soft blue with gray accents. Her headboard is white, and her bed has gray sheets. I like the contrast of it. I walk over to her dresser that has a mirror attached to it and set everything down. She doesn’t have much in here, just a bed, a night table, a chair, and the dresser. There is a bathroom that’s attached and then a closet, but the door’s closed. The box from Lacey’s Lace is in the corner, while the pieces are laid out on the chaise. I open my sub as I take in all the pictures that are tucked into the sides of the mirror. They are mostly of Callie, but there are also a lot of her and her mom. The only reason I assume it’s her mom is because it’s like looking at an older version of Aviva. Same eyes, same smile, and same hair. Stunning.
When she comes out of the bathroom, she throws her washcloth in the laundry basket. I point to the pictures. “This is your mom?”