When those pink nipples had turned a lovely ruby, he kissed his way down her body again, loving the heady scent of her arousal. He was surrounded by her softness, her scent, and all that crazy thick hair. When it was down, it hit her waist and seemed to go everywhere, drawing him in and catching him. As long as she was his, she would never wear it up when they were alone. He wanted to be able to tangle his fingers in that hair and drag her down for a long kiss.

He eased his body down despite the raging protest of his cock. It could wait. He needed more than a little taste of her. He needed her all over his tongue.

He pressed her thighs wide, settling himself in. “You see, I meant what I said. You’re the most beautiful. Even here. Most beautiful pussy I’ve ever seen.”

Then there was no more reason to talk. He set his mouth on her and let himself go. This was what he’d fucking dreamed of since the moment he’d met her. Even when he’d thought she was all wrong for him, he’d wanted her. He’d wanted her writhing under him, her legs wrapped around him and begging him for more.

“Please, Sir. Oh, please.”

Yes, that was the desperate sound he wanted to hear coming from her lips. She was trying to buck up, to force him to give her more, but he had her right where he wanted.

He split her labia with his tongue in order to lap up all that sweet cream she was making for him. She tasted like sunshine and fresh fruit, things he couldn’t get enough of. He speared her, penetrating her with his tongue and making her moan. His thumb found her clitoris and he pressed down and around, working to make a rhythm she couldn’t deny.

It was only moments before he felt her come against his tongue, her body shaking.

He got up on his knees and was surprised at how unsteady his hands were. Sex was a bodily function, something he fed because he operated better with it. This was different. He was engaged emotionally with this woman, and he couldn’t stand the idea of not pleasing her. Bringing his partner pleasure was always important, but this wasn’t some random woman he’d picked up in a bar. This was Lisa.

“If you don’t get inside me soon, I’m going to throw a hissy fit. Have you ever seen a hissy fit, Sir?” She was staring up at him in a way that made him wonder how long he’d hesitated.

“I have a younger sister. I have seen the power of the hissy.” He opened the condom wrapper and rolled it on his cock, stroking himself. “I want you to be sure you want me. I don’t want to hurt you.”