Page 20 of Ever Mine

“Yes. Please touch me,” my voice sounds desperate, and I don’t even care.

Her hands go to my pecs, her nails scraping through my chest hair.

“I like that you have body hair. Even if it is faint in color,” she says.

“Are you making fun of my pale body hair?”

“I would never,” she says. “Also, I find your freckles ridiculously sexy.”

“These words you’re speaking sound like compliments, but then also don’t.”

She laughs, then unhooks her bra and lets it slide off her body to the floor between us.

I cup her tits, appreciating the weight of them against my palms. Her skin is pale and creamy, and her nipples are hard and a perfect pink.

“Yes, I’m definitely going to want to fuck these.” I press them together, scrape my thumbs over her hard nipples.

“We can do that,” she says.

I shake my head. “No. Tonight is about you.”

We kiss while I explore her tits and she traces her fingertips against my chest.

“I’ve got to taste you again, I can’t wait any longer,” I tell her. “Lie down on the bed.”

I work my way down her body, then pull off her damp panties. She’s so damn beautiful. Big tits, wide hips, a soft belly, and thick thighs.

“You’re goddamn perfect, love,” I tell her. Then I wedge myself between her thighs.

I keep our eyes locked as I lean forward and lick her from slit to clit.

Her lips part and her eyes darken.

I slide one finger inside her tight, wet channel, and she grips me so damn tight. I curve my finger and find that textured spot on the front wall of her pussy and rub across it.

“Holy hell!” Her hips buck, letting me know I’ve hit the right spot.

“I want to make you come quickly. I want to watch this time,” I tell her. “Since this morning, I was buried here and not paying close attention.

I suck her clit into my mouth and add another finger inside her. She’s so tight. She squirms, so I press my free arm across her hips to keep her still. I finger fuck her G-spot while flicking my tongue against her clit. Making sure my rhythm is steady.

She’s writhing and pressing her pussy against my mouth. Her nails scrape against my scalp, and she threads her fingers through my hair.

“I’m going to come!” she shrieks. A surge of fresh wetness coats my tongue. I slow my movements, just licking gently to coax out every last tremor of her orgasm.

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nine

Addison

“I did it again, didn’t I?”

“You did. And fuck if I don’t want to see if I can get you to do it on my dick.”

“Oh, well, in that case, I’ll try not to be embarrassed.”

“Never be embarrassed with me.”