He drags his teeth over my neck. "I'm going to come on your tits, baby."
My sex clenches. It's a dirty demand. And it makes me feel dirty.
I fucking like feeling dirty.
I drag my lips down his chest and over his stomach.
Slowly, I lower myself onto my knees.
There's no more frustration on his face.
There's nothing in his expression except for desire.
I move closer. Close enough to brush my lips against his tip.
He shudders, his fingers knotting in my hair.
I do it again. Same shudder.
I flick my tongue against him.
He groans.
I try a slow lick, a fast one, a soft one, a hard one. Each makes him shudder in a different way.
Teasing him is fun, but it's not enough.
Slowly, I wrap my lips around his tip and take it into my mouth. There's something divine about having his cock in my mouth. This skin tastes as good as his chest. Or his lips.
It's as soft.
But he's so fucking hard.
"Cover your teeth with your lips." Kit tugs at my hair. "To take me deeper."
I do. It's tricky, but I can tell I've got it right by the way he's groaning.
I take him deeper.
"Slowly." He runs his fingers through my hair. His touch is gentle, sweet.
But that's not what I want right now.
I want him out of his mind with desire.
I press my palms against his ass for leverage then I take him deeper. The first try, I gag. I pull back enough to catch my breath, then I try again.
This time, I get him deeper. Deep enough his hand is tugging at my hair.
His hand cups the back of my head and pushes me gently. He looks down as if to ask permission.
I pull back enough to suck on his tip, enough to get him groaning, then I nod fuck yes.
Kit presses his palm against the back of my head to guide me over him.
I fall into a rhythm, taking him deeper then pulling back to his tip.
He groans. His shoulders shake. His fingers dig into my hair. With his other hand, he reaches down to play with my breast. His touch gets hard, aggressive. The way he pinches my nipples between his thumb and forefinger sends wave after wave of desire to my core.