“No more.” We kiss our fingers, before her lips are on mine again and she’s rubbing against me. I feel her hands on my sweatpants and she pulls back to yank them down my legs before she’s pushing hers down her legs as well. She tosses them both to the ground before getting back on top of me. My couch is wide enough for us to both lay comfortably and change positions with ease thankfully because right now I’m desperate to get my mouth on her. I reach up, trapping one of her nipples between my teeth and sucking it into my mouth. I hold it, trying to get as much of it into my mouth as I suck on her breast. I pull back, stiffening my tongue and rubbing it over her nipple as she mewls and rubs on top of me. Her pussy is getting wetter and my mouth waters, needing a taste of her. I used to be obsessed with eating her pussy. I don’t know if it was because I was the first to ever do it or her taste or her scent or a combination of all three but every time we were together, I had to put my mouth between her legs at least once.

“I need to taste you before I fuck you.”

Her eyes flutter open and she blinks several times at me. “What about what I want? Maybe we could sixty-nine first?”

“You hate sixty-nining.” I stare at her incredulously and it annoys me that maybe she likes it now after being with someone else.

“I never hated it, I just felt like I couldn’t focus. But right now, I want to suck your dick and you turn into a maniac if you can’t eat my pussy the second you want to.” She rolls her eyes and I raise an eyebrow in response.

“You say that like you don’t love that fact.” She scrunches her nose and giggles. “Just one taste.”

“Yeah okay, you and I both know there’s no just one taste with you and my pussy.” She stands up and slides her panties down her legs and standing in front of the fire has her skin glowing even more than usual.

“Fuck,” I growl, pulling her by her waist to my mouth. She’s short so I have to lower my head to get to the apex of her legs.