Troy fumbled with his wallet, dragged out a condom, and let the leather fall to the floor. Ripped open the foil, let it drop, and rolled the condom on, then immediately slipped his hand between Giselle’s legs and yanked her panties aside.
She sucked a shocked breath, breaking the kiss. Hadn’t regained her composure when he roughly stroked her, positioned his hand among her wet, warm folds, and thrust as deep as he could.
She cried out and dropped her head back. Her pussy clenched his fingers. God, he loved this. Loved the wild, frenzied lust of sex. Missed the thrill of giving that pleasure to someone who mattered to him.
He parted his fingers and drew them out, slowly. Waited for her head to loll sideways, for her tongue to slide along her lower lip, then thrust again. Deep. Hard. She arched. Cried out. A mixture of euphoria and pain etched her face. Her wetness coated his fingers, making him slide easily. He gave three shallow pumps, tapping that little ridge deep in her body, making Giselle mewl.
This was delirium. He repeated the pattern until Giselle was rising into his hand for more. Then he pulled out completely. Because now, even that wasn’t enough. He needed so much more. Needed to taste her, to feel her pussy clench around his tongue and ride his mouth.
He crouched, pulled her thighs from his hips to his shoulders, gripped her ass in both hands and stood again, balancing her against the wall.
“Oh my God…” Her hands dug into his hair. “Troy.”
Hearing her say his name while his face was between her legs sent a shock of warm triumph through his belly. He pressed his mouth to her pussy and licked. Musk and tangy sweetness. So hot. So erotic.
She tensed and gasped in surprise.
“Spread for me, Ellie. Let me eat that pretty pussy.”
He encouraged the spread of her thighs with the position of his hands, and when he had Giselle trapped between the wall and his mouth, he smiled. He smiled and memorized the beautiful sight of her perfect pink pussy, the tight folds glistening with her excitement, the plump little clit half-hidden beneath her swollen lips.
“Mmm, good girl.”
Her barely there crop of blonde curls was trimmed into a perfect landing strip, leading directly to the center of her pleasure. He circled the juicy little nub lightly with his tongue while he fingered her opening, slid her juices all through her folds and worked one, then two fingers deep inside her. Never enough stimulation to bring release, only enough to make her insane with pleasure.
He pulled the swollen folds back to expose the plump bud and flick, flick, flicked it with his tongue. Giselle’s head fell back on a growl, eyes closed. She pressed one hand to the ceiling and wound one in his hair, lifting her hips toward his mouth.
“Open your eyes, Ellie,” he said, giving her clit one luxuriously slow lick while sliding a finger deep inside her. Pleasure vibrated in her throat, then her head fell forward and her heavy lids parted to midnight-blue eyes. “Now watch me eat you.”
“Too much,” she said between pants. “Need to come.”
Her sex clenched, squeezing out juice Troy lapped up, making her shiver. He was sweating like he was in a sauna. His cock throbbed with every beat of his heart. “Have I told you how demanding you’ve become?”
She whimpered.
“If you want to get off, watch me eat you. As long as you watch, I eat. The minute you stop, I stop. Simple, right? And when we’re done there, I’m going to fill your hot, wet, tight little pussy with the divining rod you’ve created. Now shut the hell up, because I’m fuckin’ hungry.”
He opened wide and covered her pussy. Her face crunched in pleasure-pain, and her head fell to the side. Her hair fell in a pale waterfall, whispering across his face. And those big blue eyes of hers watched every lick, every kiss, every tug, every nip, and every suck, until her teeth were digging into her bottom lip, and her hips rocked toward his mouth, begging for the touch of his tongue. And watching her watch him eat her.
Man, that was crazy hot.
“Troy…” she murmured, her body trembling, her hand fisted so tightly in his hair, his scalp burned. “Please…”
Christ, he’d give her anything, absolutely anything when she begged like that. He groaned, long and deep as he positioned his mouth over her pussy and, with a frenzied combination of licking and sucking and tongue-fucking, pushed her right to the edge. And her eyes stayed on him right up to the end.
“Oh… God…” Her hips bucked, her body bowed. “Troy… Troy…”
When she finally broke, calling his name—his name—Troy closed his eyes and rode out her pleasure, licking and sucking her essence into his own body.
Giselle quivered uncontrollably. Aftershocks trembled through her muscles. Her entire body felt light and relaxed and tingly. Thinking straight was out of the question, but she still tried, and thoughts tumbled sluggishly through her brain, disconnected and random.
He rocked his shoulders, and her thighs fell to his sides, supported by his arms. And with his hands still on her ass, he lowered her along the wall, straight down and onto his cock. She moaned as his wide head pushed inside. Her nails bit into his shoulders, but she ended up just getting fistfuls of shirt.
With one hand at her hip, he used the other to brush her hair off her face, and drilled into her with those liquid chocolate eyes, so intense, so serious. So familiar. With his hand tangled in her hair, he searched her eyes, her face, then her eyes again, as he slowly invaded her body. Spreading her, stretching her, pulling out, pushing back in, going deeper, stealing her air, making her tense. She had no words.
“You are so fucking tight,” he murmured, almost to himself, but he was looking deep into her eyes. “Damn that’s…so good. So good. Mmm.” The hum of pleasure coincided with a shake of his head and the jump of a muscle in his jaw. “So fucking good.”
The sight of his satisfaction was a crazy aphrodisiac. She loved seeing fierce desire twist his face. Loved watching his lids go heavy, watching his eyes roll back. Loved the growling, teeth-grinding, lip-licking, nostril-flaring, sweat-dripping signs of rising lust and need.