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the morning, then it was on both of us. Her smile faded though while she dragged her hands down my chest, down my abs until she cupped my dick through my jeans. I pushed my hips against the pressure, but it was nowhere close to what I needed.
“Oh no, I know exactly what I’m asking for here, because the only one of these that I’ve seen and felt before,” she curved her fingers and squeezed, smiling when I cursed, “was much smaller than this. And he did not know how to use it.”
“I sure as fuck do.”
“I know you will,” she said quickly, leaning up to place a kiss at the bottom of my jaw. “And I need you to give me sex that does not suck.” She kissed my chin. “Plus, you owe me for that naughty, naughty thing that you said to me earlier.”
For three long seconds, our eyes held. Three seconds that felt sexier and more important than my last dozen sexual encounters combined. My hands released the shirt covering her and slid down until I met warm skin. Then I curved them around until I cupped Scarlet’s ass and yanked her forward. I tugged the cheeks apart, rocking myself against her, and she dropped her forehead onto my chest with a moan.
“Please, Leo,” she begged on a whisper. Like I’d say no right now. I pulled in a deep breath of her hair. Scarlet lifted her head to look at me, our lips so close that the damp breaths from her mouth hit my lips in short, heavy bursts. “Make me feel good.”
So I did.
I let my lips rest on hers while I took one hand up her side, smoothing over her rib cage until I met the curve of one breast.
She whimpered when I didn’t move right away, and when the sound moved through my lips and into my mouth, I fucking snapped, shoving my tongue into her mouth, wanting to absolutely devour her.
Scarlet wrapped her arms around my neck, meeting the thrusts of my tongue with wet, frantic ones of her own. I palmed her breast, groaning at the hardened pebble of her nipple against my skin. My other hand left her ass, coming around the front of her thigh until I could drag a finger through the wet crease of her cunt. It felt crude to think that about her. And when I pushed a finger in, hooking it inside of her and grinding my palm against her clit all while our mouths ate at each other, her knees buckled and I barely caught her.
Swinging her up in my arms, I moved toward the stairs.
She laughed, running her hands through my hair while I made my way up. “The couch would have worked fine.”
I cleared the landing and dropped her legs, letting her slide against me while I lowered her. Then I shook my head and grabbed the edges of the shirt she still wore. I don’t know why I thought I could do it quickly and not about die at the way she looked underneath it. But the action made her stretch up, revealing her flat stomach that felt as soft as it looked. It did particularly amazing things to her tits—lifting them up when her arms were raised over her head, bouncing back down when the shirt came off. I pressed both thumbs to her nipples, then pushed them together. This didn’t feel like the rushed, groping drunk sex I’d expected, but I didn’t know if it felt like that for her. Knowing the couch would have ‘worked fine’ for her swamped me with white heat, making me want to prove her so fucking wrong. I gripped the sides of her face and dragged my nose along her cheek until I reached her ear.
“No, it wouldn’t have,” I said, licking along the shell of her ear. “Because the things I want to do to you require more space than that.”
“Oh my God, yes,” she said in a rush, stroking my stomach again and moving down to my belt buckle, which she eagerly opened before ripping down the zipper. Scarlet dipped her hand into my boxers, wrapping her small fist around my cock.
“That’s it, right there. Oh fuck, Scarlet.” She twisted, tightened and gripped harder, only loosening her grip to trace her thumb over the slit where I’d leaked a drop of pre-come.
“Oh no, I know exactly what I’m asking for here, because the only one of these that I’ve seen and felt before,” she curved her fingers and squeezed, smiling when I cursed, “was much smaller than this. And he did not know how to use it.”
“I sure as fuck do.”
“I know you will,” she said quickly, leaning up to place a kiss at the bottom of my jaw. “And I need you to give me sex that does not suck.” She kissed my chin. “Plus, you owe me for that naughty, naughty thing that you said to me earlier.”
For three long seconds, our eyes held. Three seconds that felt sexier and more important than my last dozen sexual encounters combined. My hands released the shirt covering her and slid down until I met warm skin. Then I curved them around until I cupped Scarlet’s ass and yanked her forward. I tugged the cheeks apart, rocking myself against her, and she dropped her forehead onto my chest with a moan.
“Please, Leo,” she begged on a whisper. Like I’d say no right now. I pulled in a deep breath of her hair. Scarlet lifted her head to look at me, our lips so close that the damp breaths from her mouth hit my lips in short, heavy bursts. “Make me feel good.”
So I did.
I let my lips rest on hers while I took one hand up her side, smoothing over her rib cage until I met the curve of one breast.
She whimpered when I didn’t move right away, and when the sound moved through my lips and into my mouth, I fucking snapped, shoving my tongue into her mouth, wanting to absolutely devour her.
Scarlet wrapped her arms around my neck, meeting the thrusts of my tongue with wet, frantic ones of her own. I palmed her breast, groaning at the hardened pebble of her nipple against my skin. My other hand left her ass, coming around the front of her thigh until I could drag a finger through the wet crease of her cunt. It felt crude to think that about her. And when I pushed a finger in, hooking it inside of her and grinding my palm against her clit all while our mouths ate at each other, her knees buckled and I barely caught her.
Swinging her up in my arms, I moved toward the stairs.
She laughed, running her hands through my hair while I made my way up. “The couch would have worked fine.”
I cleared the landing and dropped her legs, letting her slide against me while I lowered her. Then I shook my head and grabbed the edges of the shirt she still wore. I don’t know why I thought I could do it quickly and not about die at the way she looked underneath it. But the action made her stretch up, revealing her flat stomach that felt as soft as it looked. It did particularly amazing things to her tits—lifting them up when her arms were raised over her head, bouncing back down when the shirt came off. I pressed both thumbs to her nipples, then pushed them together. This didn’t feel like the rushed, groping drunk sex I’d expected, but I didn’t know if it felt like that for her. Knowing the couch would have ‘worked fine’ for her swamped me with white heat, making me want to prove her so fucking wrong. I gripped the sides of her face and dragged my nose along her cheek until I reached her ear.
“No, it wouldn’t have,” I said, licking along the shell of her ear. “Because the things I want to do to you require more space than that.”
“Oh my God, yes,” she said in a rush, stroking my stomach again and moving down to my belt buckle, which she eagerly opened before ripping down the zipper. Scarlet dipped her hand into my boxers, wrapping her small fist around my cock.
“That’s it, right there. Oh fuck, Scarlet.” She twisted, tightened and gripped harder, only loosening her grip to trace her thumb over the slit where I’d leaked a drop of pre-come.
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