“Right here, Augusta. Right here and ready for another taste.”
Oh yeah, he was ready all right. His brown eyes were dark with desire, his nostrils flared and his hands gripped my hips tighter and tighter, the feel of his cock pressed against my stomach teased me. Tempted me.
Holy hell did it tempt me!
He stood there, patient while I decided whether to pump the brakes or slam on the gas. His hands moved up, and his thumbs found an exposed strip of flesh between my shirt and waistband, and teased me. “Fuck,” I growled and jumped in his arms, not self-conscious about whether or not he could hold me, just determined to get another taste for myself.
While he steadied himself and gripped my waist, I held his face and devoured his mouth, tasting every corner until I was satisfied I had it memorized. My tongue slid across his straight teeth, the ridges on the roof of his mouth, the bumps and grooves on his tongue, every inch left me hot.
Bothered.
Turned on.
Tantalized.
“Augusta,” he growled when he ripped his mouth from mine and smiled. “You’re driving me crazy.”
“Yeah?” Even in my haze of lust it was hard to believe, but I felt just how hard he was between my thighs.
“Hell yeah.”
“Good, because this is happening.”
Those words were just what Antonio needed to hear. His feet began to move, to carry us towards the living room where he laid me on the sofa and stared down at me. “You sure?”
I nodded. There was a brief hitch of hesitation, but I shoved it down deep. This wasn’t about a crush or a future, it was about the here and now. It was about pleasure. “Absolutely sure.”
“Good.” His hands went to my button and then my zipper, and soon he yanked my jeans down my hips. “I knew you were a frilly lingerie type of girl.”
“Did you?”
“I imagined you were, but sheer pink panties? I didn’t imagine these.” His fingertips slid under and just traced the seam of my thigh until I shook and panted with desire. “I can see your plump pussy lips, and a little strip of hair, it’s making me hard.”
“You’re already hard.”
“Harder,” he growled and stood so his erection was eye level.
“I see.” My hand went to the bulge in his jeans and I rubbed it, gently at first, but faster and harder when I felt more confident. Bolder. “I can feel it too.”
“Augusta,” he growled and I wrapped my hand tighter around his denim covered erection.
“Antonio.” His jaws were clenched tight and I liked it. A lot. I reveled in knowing that I was the one bringing him to the brink of madness. He stared at me for so long that I started to feel bold and sexy. I slid one hand down to my panties, inside them, and found myself wet and swollen. One slip of my finger and my hips bucked off the sofa.
“Augusta,” he dropped to his knees, replacing my hand with his. “Such a wet little pussy. So fucking plump too.” I was about to object to his use of the word plump, but his next words stopped me dead. “Those fat lips will feel so good brushing against my cock when I pump into you.”
“Yes, please.” The words came out husky and breathless, surely they couldn’t belong to me. I didn’t get breathless over men.
“Please. I like that.” He yanked off my panties and spread my legs so he could gaze down at my most intimate spot. “So pink. So pretty,” he whispered before he slid one finger deep into me, smiling when my back arched from the sensation. He added another finger and smiled. “What a tight little pussy.”
He talked so much, and damn him, I couldn’t deny the dirty talk turned me on as much as his fingers. “It’s been…a while.”
“How long?”
“A while,” I shot back, reluctant to discuss that now. Or ever.
“So you really need to cum?”
“I would like very much to cum, Antonio.”
He teased me with shallow pumps, his thumb grazed over my clit so swiftly I might have imagined the touch. “You’re close.”
“I’m not,” I insisted because I wasn’t. It took me ages to get off, probably why most men stopped trying after a while.
“You are,” he shot back and leaned forward until his breath fanned the strip of hair I kept neat and tidy even though no one but me had seen it in half a year. Then his mouth was on me, his tongue flicked over my clit while his fingers thrust in and out at a frenetic pace that suffused my body with heat.
“Antonio,” I moaned as my fingers found themselves tangled in his thick dark hair, my hips rolled against the touch of his mouth.
He responded with a growl that sent vibrations all the way up my spine, and a moment later his lips and tongue sucked my clit. The dueling sensations of soft lips and tongue combined with thrusting fingers was more than enough to send me right over the edge. In a minute, maybe two. “Yeah, I knew you were close.”