Playing (Inked Hearts 2)
I don't stop until she pulls my hand away.
She turns and presses her lips to mine. Her kiss is hard. Hungry. As desperate as I feel.
No more thinking.
She drags her fingertips over my chest. My stomach. She pushes my boxers off one hip. Then the other.
I kick them off.
Her lips go to my neck. My shoulder. She motions to the wall behind me. "Against that."
My nod is heavy.
I need those pretty pink lips around me. I need to claim her mouth. Mark it as mine.
That isn't what we're doing. Not even close.
But I can't get the thought out of my head.
I move to the wall. Press my back against it.
She plants one more long, deep kiss on my lips then she works her way down my neck, shoulders, chest, stomach.
She lowers herself onto her knees. Looks up at me as she brushes her lips against my cock.
Fuck is this a nice view.
I bring one hand to the back of her head and nudge her forward.
She brushes her lips against me again. It's soft. A merciless tease.
She does it again. Again. Again.
My hand knots in her hair.
Slowly, she takes me into her mouth.
Fuck, she feels good. Soft. Wet. Warm.
I press my back against the wall as I watch her work me.
She teases me with soft flicks of her tongue. Then hard ones. Then she's swirling it around me.
"Iris." I press my hand against the back of her head.
She groans against me as she takes me deeper. Deeper.
Fuck.
She wraps her hand around my cock and she works me up and down.
I keep my hand on the back of her head, guiding her over me. I slide the other over her shoulders, down her chest.
There. I toy with her nipple.
She sucks harder.
I rub her harder.