Lifting her hand to run her fingers over my beard, she whispered, “I didn’t think you were a man with pretty words, Raoul Evans.”
Lowering down so that our lips were almost touching, I whispered back, “I’m not, but I am a man with honest words, Rose Beauregard.”
Wrapping her legs around my hips, she pulled me into her until my cock was resting between her folds, the heat and wetness enveloping the underside of it. “I think I like that.”
Regardless of the situation, the words being said, I wanted to be sure about something. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
Tilting her hips slightly, she rubbed her pretty pussy against me, and I felt the tip of my dick nudging her clit. “Absolutely,” she replied firmly. “If we don’t, I think I’ll explode, and then who knows what I’ll do to your coffee.”
I didn’t need the threats, I was good with knowing she was with me on this. Leaning down, I gently kissed her, all the urgency I’d felt seconds ago leaving me now that I had her here and knew she wanted this as badly as I did.
Gently, I tugged her bottom lip and then flicked it with my tongue, loving that I could explore her like this. The move made her mouth open, allowing me access to a taste of her that I hadn’t been able to get out of my mind. I’d just tasted how sweet her pussy was, too, so I was conflicted now over which would be my favorite, but for days this was the only thing I’d been able to think about. Now, I knew I’d be thinking about both tastes.
The kiss went from exploratory to heated in a matter of seconds as she held the back of my head with one hand to stop me from moving away, while the other one gripped my back, helping her grind up and down my length. I wanted to be inside her desperately, but I also wanted to learn the rest of her, so that’s what I was going to do.
Leaving her mouth, I kissed down her neck, heading toward the piercings. When I got to where they began, I stroked the tip of my nose over the area above them, which made my bottom lip rub over the top jewel.
“These are absolutely perfect,” I husked, running the tip of my tongue around the first one. “I’ve never been a fan of piercings, never understood them, but after seeing these, I’ve got a new appreciation for them.” At the same time that I was paying attention to them, I ran my hand down the side of her waist, headed for the wet heat of her pussy. “They’re classy, unique, and Jesus, sweetheart, I think I’m going to be obsessed with them.”
Her hips jerked upward as my finger stroked over her folds, a low moan following it. “They were…,” she started, licking her lips and trying to focus past what my hand was doing. “They were something I did for me. I don’t think a lot of people know…” her breath hitched as I rubbed over the top of her clit, “that they’re there.”
Shifting my head to the side to pay some attention to her nipple, I continued my ministrations, lightly circling the bundle of nerves. “I love that,” I whispered, blowing over the top of the now wet nub and watching it tighten even more. “Every time I see you, even if you’re in your scrubs, I’ll know that they’re there. I’ll know that I’ve licked them, sucked them, and that I’ll see them with nothing covering them whenever I want.” I punctuated this by sucking gently on her nipple, and then kissing over to the other one, not once stopping the movement of my fingers. “I can see them whenever I want, can’t I?”
I don’t think she missed the full meaning of the question. I wasn’t focusing on just the piercings – although I really was obsessed with them – I was talking about all of her, just as she was now. Threading her fingers through my hair, she jerked again when my finger entered her. “It’s all yours.”
That was all I needed to plunge my finger all the way into her, the only words I was interested in hearing as I moved it in and out, groaning at how tight she was. “I’m going to go slowly with you, Rose,” I assured her, adding another finger and smiling when she widened her legs to give me more space to move my hand. “You’re so tight,” I murmured, scissoring my fingers slightly to open her up.
Kissing down her stomach, I didn’t stop when I got to her pussy. Instead, I exchanged my lips for my tongue, and licked between her folds, gently circling around the hard bundle of nerves. When I heard the difference in the tone of the moans coming out of her, I placed my lips around it and sucked. “Oh, Jesus Christ,” she cried, gripping a handful of hair tightly and tugging. When she realized what she was doing, she let go and freaking patted the area, almost making me laugh. “Sorry!”