Page 36 of Bouquets and Buckles

My heart stalls.

“Are you serious?”

“I want to watch. You want to take your time. Sounds like a good compromise if you can spend as much time replaying this moment as you want.” Her teeth catch that pouty bottom lip, and I damn near groan.

“How the fuck are you so perfect?” I dig my phone out of my pocket, unlock the screen, and hand it to her.

“Better save this somewhere safe.” Skylar’s voice is a little husky as she hits me with the most tempting of looks, pink hair framing her gorgeous heart-shaped face, my hat perched on top of her head. It’s a sight I’m already imprinting and committing to memory, with or without a video on my phone.

Her fingers sink into my hair once again with a soft hum of pleasure, and that’s when I realize she’s already recording. The light of the camera flash plays over the place where my palms wrap her thighs, and she pans up to where she holds onto my hair, threading her grip in the spot where I know my streak of white stands out.

“Are you gonna keep quiet for me? Or do you want to be loud? Do you want all your sweet little moans recorded on camera?”

I don’t give her time to answer, maybe because part of me isn’t sure it’s a good idea to have her saying anything. Just incase someone ever did watch this when they shouldn’t, I selfishly don’t want anyone to know it’s her.

Working the coat and dress all the way up to sit above her hips, that’s when I have to pause. Skylar holds on to my head a little tighter, keeping the camera trained on my face, and I run my tongue across the swell of her inner thigh, giving her a stern glare as I do so.

“We’ve talked about this, sweetheart.” My teeth nip her delicate flesh, and she yanks harder on my hair in response. “It looks like you’ve forgotten your panties… again.”

A soft little noise gusts past her lips, like she’s as relieved as I am we’ve somehow found a way to be in this position once more.

This time, my girl is completely bare.

Garters hold her tights up, hooked to a belt around her waist, and holy fuck I swear my heart nearly stops at how sexy this girl is. Her hips shift as my mouth roams closer and closer. The whole time, I’m keeping my eyes fixed on her. Looking straight into that camera lens because I don’t know if she’ll ever keep a copy of this video for herself, but goddamn, do I want her to know exactly how obsessed I am with every little thing.

“Look at your pretty little cunt. Already dripping wet, and I haven’t even touched you yet.”

Above me, she angles the camera so that her pussy and my mouth is the main show. My hands come up to push her thighs wide, and using each thumb, I part her. It’s lewd and filthy, and she’s entirely goddamn gorgeous. Swollen and slick, ready to be devoured.

“You know what would happen if I had you to myself all night? I’d lick this pretty little cunt until you begged me to stop. I’d have you shaking and soaking my face and telling me you couldn’t take any more, but we’d both know that’s a lie. Because you want this all day and all night long, don’t you, sweetheart?”

I’m not interested in waiting for a reply; my mouth fastens down over her clit, and Skylar bucks as my tongue slides over her. She makes the most gorgeous noises above me, keeping the camera fixed on where I’m lapping and sucking and working her hard. We don’t have the luxury of time, and I need at least a couple of orgasms out of her.

If this is the last moment, truly thelast, then I need to taste her falling apart on my tongue.

Which doesn’t take long.

Skylar is a goddamn dream, shaking and whimpering as I feel her get close to the edge. Sucking down on her clit, my girl dissolves. Her fingers pull on my hair so hard it stings, but I couldn’t care less.

Pushing to my feet, my cock is a steel bar, ready to shove into the tight, velvety heat of her.

“This is how perfect you are. The reason I could get lost between your thighs all fucking night long.” With one hand, I wrap hers and guide the camera up to make sure she captures this moment. Kissing her, sliding our tongues together, and letting her taste herself there.

Skylar moans into my mouth, her fingers clutch the front of my jacket to steady herself.

In the distance, there’s a whole lot of noise that floats on the night air from up at the house.

A countdown.

“Goddamn, I need you wrapped around me, right fucking now.” Nipping her bottom lip, I angle her hand to make sure she films what comes next.

Freeing my straining cock, I fist myself and give a few long strokes and eat up the way her eyes follow the glide of my fist.

“Happy New Year, sweetheart,” I murmur, positioning myself at her entrance and sliding forward to fit the tip justinside. She’s already dripping and messy and takes me perfectly. Stretching and welcoming me into that soft, satiny channel.

The sight of us joined like this is so hot, my balls are already tightening up. Pressure and anticipation are already winding together at the base of my spine.

“I’ll never fucking get over this. I’ll never fucking get over you.” My hips steadily work forward until I’m all the way to the hilt, and her pussy ripples around me.