He looks up, his eyes locking on mine. "Do you want me to taste your cunt?"
The words make me dizzy. They're so direct, and unfiltered. His eyes are filled with heavy need. "Yes."
He skims his fingers over the rough lace. "You're wet, Adley. Were you wet all night?"
I nod. "You know you make me wet."
"Was it the kiss in the taxi?"
"Yes," I purr. "It was that and when you pressed your cock into me in the hallway outside my door."
He did that. While I searched for my keys in my purse, he hovered behind me, his hands braced on the wall on either side of my door, his erection pulsing against my ass.
He moves his hands slowly, grabbing the waistband of my panties. He slides them lower and my breath stops. I close my eyes because this is the first time he'll see me, bare and ready for him.
"You're beautiful." He tosses the panties behind him before he blows a breath of air over my wetness. "So fucking beautiful."
The room spins when he moves. It's so quick that I can't register what's happening. Then I'm hauled over his shoulder. His hand smacks my ass and he carries me down the hallway to my bedroom, slamming the door behind us with a kick from his foot.
Chapter 33
Crew
I throw her on the bed on her back. My cock is harder than it's ever been. I want to be inside her, fucking little sounds of pleasure from her throat. Then I want in her mouth so I can blow my load on her tongue, on her lips, and on her beautiful face.
I shrug off my shirt, but I claw at her dress. She helps, twisting and turning to get herself out of it. Once she does, I toss it on the floor at my feet.
She's beautiful like this. Her tits covered in red lace, her cunt exposed and wet.
I get on the bed and kiss her lips. She moans with the touch of my mouth to hers.
I move down, grazing my teeth between her glorious tits, down her stomach until I reach the top of her cleft.
I inhale the sweet smell of her before I take my first taste.
One lick that's long and slow along the seam of her pussy lips.
Her legs fall open. "Crew, please."
It's a needy request. Her hands weave into my hair. I welcome that. I want her to guide me, to show me what she likes.
I lick her silken skin again. The taste is pure sweetness.
Her hips circle, a wanton lure for me to taste more, to savor and enjoy.
I press my hand on her stomach to hold her in place before I suck her swollen clit between my lips.
She cries out, her hands gripping the sheet beneath her. "Oh, God, oh God."
It's a chant I want to fall from her tongue for days. Fuck do I want to hear that.
I lick her, suck her, bite her and tease her with the very tip of my tongue until she's writhing beneath me, the words morphing into throaty sounds that come from deep within.
I groan into her slick flesh because my cock is so hard, my balls are drawing up just from the taste of her.
I lick a finger before I slide it into her slick channel. She tenses around me, so I drive another in, and then another.
She screams, and I know I have her. She's so close, so fucking close and when her fingers tug on my hair, and I circle back to suck on her clit, she gives me exactly what I want.