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She moans again, arching into my mouth as my hand trail down the soft skin of her belly, to skim along the waistband of her panties. She lifts her hips from the bed so I can peel them off, the seam of her bare pussy grazing against the head of my cock. I groan and sit up, pressing her back against the bed, the gesture pulling a frustrated moan from her throat. “You said no more games.” She sounds desperate, her tone edgy and breathless. “You said…”
Her thighs are covered in paint. Layered stripes where she swiped her brush against them. For some reason, it’s hot as fuck and I grip her thighs, spreading her wide, holding her to the bed while I trace the pad of my thumb up the glossy length of her slit. “No games,” I tell her, the feel of how wet she is for me going straight to my dick. “I’m putting my cock in you…” I rub her arousal across the top of her thigh, so wet it smears the stripes of dried paint together. I do it again, liking the way the colors bleed together on her skin.
“Then do it,” she says, the demanding, needy tone of her voice putting a grin on my face. “Quit teasing me and put your—” her words break away on a shuttering moan when I press my paint-smeared thumb against her clit.
“I’m not playing games… I’m putting my cock inside you, Cari.” My thumb skims along the seam of her pussy again, trailing color in their wake. “But not yet.” I lean over to press an almost chaste kiss against her belly. “Because if I do, I’m going to fuck you and I won’t be able to stop…” I dip my head, trailing my tongue along the sensitive place where the inside of her thigh meets her pelvis. “And I plan on taking my time with you.” My head dips even farther, my hands tightening their grip on her thighs as I press my tongue against the bottom of her, pushing it inside before dragging it up the length of slit.
“Oh, my god.”
The taste of her pussy, the slightly astringent paint mixed with the achingly sweet juices of her arousal, snaps my self-control. A growl, long and low, erupts from my chest, the taste of her turning me into something savage. Something wild. Shifting my hold on her, I slide my arms under her, wrapping them around the backs of her thighs until my hands are gripping her from behind. Spreading her even wider, my shoulders pressing into the cradle of her hips so hard, I’m afraid I’m going to break her. I can’t stop. I fuck her with my tongue, My mouth. Sucking her clit. Nipping it with my teeth, my thumbs hooked into her folds, opening her so I can taste every part of her. Claim every last inch.
She’s close to coming, her thighs quivering in my grip, her breath coming in short violent bursts. I look up, aiming my gaze up the length of her body, watching her undulate under the unrelenting pressure of my mouth. She closes a hand over her breast, her fingers squeezing and rolling her swollen nipple when her other hand cups the back of my head, holding me against her like she’s afraid I’m going to pull away.
“Can I come, Patrick?”
She’s asking for permission to come and the question shoots straight down my spine, gripping my cock like a fist. I press my hips flat against the bed, my own orgasm suddenly so fucking close I have to dig my elbows into the bed to keep myself from lunging up to bury my cock inside her.
“Patrick, please…” She’s begging me now, her plea coming between soft little pants. “Please, can I—”
I can’t answer her, not without taking my mouth off her and if I do that, there’s no way I’m not fucking her with my cock. Instead I latch my mouth around her clit and suck.
“Come.”
She screams the word, her legs braking free of my grip to slam closed around my head as she arches herself off the bed, her fingers tightening their grip on my hair, her hand alternating between pressing me close and pulling my mouth away from her. She’s sobbing, coming apart underneath me while I lap and suck every last drop of sweetness from her throbbing pussy.
She screams again and I ease the pressure of my mouth, feathering her swollen center with gentle kisses and soft strokes of my tongue until she’s quiet and content.
We lay here for a while, listening to the rain outside, while I lick and stroke her until she’s writhing and panting under my mouth again and my balls are so tight and swollen I can barely breathe.
“Patrick...” She reaches for me, her fingers wrapped around my shoulder, trying to pull me to her.
I grin up at her from between her legs. “I’ll be right back,” I say, pressing a kiss to the inside of her thigh before levering my shoulders off the bed.
Her fingers tighten around my arm holding me in place. “Where are you going,” she says, eyes narrowed on my face, so suspicious I have to laugh.
“I have to get a condom,” I tell her pulling out of her grip but instead of moving off the bed, I stretch out beside her and she turns onto her side so she can look at me. Running a hand over her hip, I trace my fingertips along the inside of her thigh, my throbbing cock pressed against her hip. “Unless you’ve got one handy…”
She sighs, the breath of it shuttering across my skin. “I don’t.” She shifts beneath my hand, the movement pressing it higher, into the juncture of her thighs. “It’s okay,” she says, shaping her hand around mine to cup it against her, pushing my fingers past her entrance and I groan at the feel of her, soft and wet against my hand.
“Christ.” I bury my face in her neck, stroking two of my fingers deep inside her and she cries out. I’m about ready to lose it, my dick straining and twitching against her hip like it’s trying to find its way inside her on its own. “Cari—”
Her fingers close over the length of me, her thumb sweeping over the head of my cock, smearing the pre-cum that’s leaking from it at a steady drip. Her fist glides from tip to base and I almost swallow my tongue, while I stoke my fingers inside her again and again, my hips flexing against her grip, pumping my cock inside her hand. I’ve touched her so many times over the past four days, had my mouth and my hands and my cock on every inch of her but this is the first time she’s touched me. It’s the first time I’ve let her touch me.
The realization almost has me coming in her hand.
I grab her by the wrist to stop her hand from pushing me over the edge. It doesn’t help. “If I don’t get a condom right now, I’m not going to make it.” It’s an embarrassing thing to say, that I’m so worked up that I can’t touch her without coming but it’s true. That’s how crazy she makes me. How far she’s worked herself under my skin. I squeezed my eyes shut, fighting off the orgasm that’s spiraling up my cock. “Cari, we can’t—”
“Yes, we can.” She says it against my mouth, rocking her hips against the hand behind her thighs, my fingers sliding in and out of her pussy. “I want to.”
I’m trying to force myself to concentrate on what she’s saying. What it means. But all I can think about is her hand on my dick and the feel of her fucking herself on my fingers. “What?” Jesus Christ, she’s going to fucking kill me.
“I want you bare inside me.” She whispers it against my mouth and my cock jerks in her grip. “I want to feel you…”
“No games, Cari.” I groan, tightening my grip on her wrist, trying to pull away. She’s playing with me. “We said no games. Not today.”
“No games…” she presses her mouth against mine, the hand on my cock, easing up enough for me to comprehend what she’s saying. “I haven’t been with anyone else since I moved in. Just you, Patrick.” She kisses me, her lips soft and slightly parted. Braking out of my grasp, her hand slides down the length of my erection to cup my balls. “Have you…”
There’s been no one. Not in months. Not since I broke up with Sara, a few months after Cari moved in. There’s been no one and she knows it. “You know I haven’t.”