Trixsters Anonymous

"This fucking ring."

"You don't like it?"

"I fucking love it. Trying to figure out how you've kept it a secret for this long."

"It's not a secret, you just haven't tried to undress me before."

At her statement, one hand circles her back to support her, while the other lifts the hem of her shirt. In a flash, the shirt is gone, leaving her in a nude lace bra. Her nipples poke through the lace as goosebumps spread across her skin.

“Shit.” I lick my lips.

All the teasing, playfulness, and flirting from last night spins through my mind.

The slow burn leading up to this moment erupts into a raging fire. The hand at her back inches up, pinching the clasp of the bra undone. The straps slip down her shoulder and she sheds it quickly.

My mouth starts to water, and I close the inches between us, flicking my tongue over one nipple and then the other. Her hand comes to my head, fingers threading through my hair and her breast arching into my mouth. The taste of her skin sends my blood racing through my veins. One by one, I suck her nipples into until the need to taste her everywhere kicks in. Slowly, I kiss down the center of her breasts, taking a second to roll the navel ring with my tongue.

I free the hand behind her back and peel her pants off, getting a quick glimpse at the matching nude panties before I toss them aside.

“So fucking beautiful.” I’m now kneeling below her with a visual of her entirely naked body.

She drops her thighs open, exposing herself to me. I look up to her for any sign of hesitation, but there’s none. She’s staring down at me with smoldering eyes.

I start by kissing the inside of her thighs until I reach her smooth center, and swipe my tongue along the slit. Her skin is like silk against my tongue, and I repeat the action several times before thrusting it inside her. She moans softly, her nails digging in my scalp as I graze my lip over her clit.

I’ve never had a problem with making a woman come with my mouth. To me, it’s a challenge to see how far I can push her with only my lips and tongue. But with Emi, it’s more than that. A savage hunger boils from deep inside with a need to have her go wild for me.

I close my eyes and lick, kiss, and suck her as deep as possible until she starts to squirm, her thighs closing in on my head. My cheeks and chin scrub lightly along her sensitive area, my scruff marking her.

Little cries of pleasure fill the room as I continue to devour her. My dick strains against my jeans, begging me for some type of release.

Sh

e bucks into my mouth twice, and my eyes fly open in time to see her head, neck, and back curl off the bed as she screams into the room. Her taste floods my mouth, and if I wasn’t so desperate to get inside her and see that image over and over, I’d stay right here until she came again.

Her legs fall, her hand releases my scalp, and she tumbles back to the bed, her chest heaving.

I kiss my way up her body again, until we’re face to face, and prop up on my elbows above her.

“Look at me, baby.”

She lazily opens her eyes, which are glassy and shimmering.

“Are you on the pill?”

Understanding of what I’m asking registers on her face, and she nods.

“Tell me if you want me to use a condom. I will, but I’m clean, and I don’t want anything between us.”

“I trust you,” she says with absolutely no hesitation.

I undress quickly, throwing my clothes everywhere, and lower myself back over her.

“Wait, I want to—” She licks her lips and dips her eyes to my very anxious cock.

“Babe, I swear to God, I never want to turn you down, but the only thing I need you to do right now is let me inside you.”

She cups my face, latches her ankles around my waist, and helps ease me inside her. My eyes stay locked on hers as I slide in gently, inch by inch, stretching her slowly. She bites down on her lower lip when I’m almost there.