He stood there in his doorway, staring at her. She watched the war on his face. She’d seen the women he dated. Unless they were all the kind to be very prim and sweet on the outside and hoochies in the bedroom, he probably either scared them off when he laid the dirty talk on them or he held back.
“Tell me,” she whispered. I won’t judge you. Just be yourself.
“Strip. I want to see you naked.”
“That was easy.” She smirked as she drew her T-shirt up and over her head, tossing it aside.
Gasping, he took a step forward and then another until he stood within touching distance. His eyes locked on the twin rings in her ni**les.
“Touch me, Todd.” Oh, how she needed him to put his hands on her!
With an impatient growl, he brought his hands to cup her br**sts as he bent to look at the rings. Carefully, he traced her ni**les with a fingertip and she arched into him.
“You won’t break me. Harder. I like it hard, Todd.”
It was like she’d thrown a switch as his teeth caught the ring and tugged. Shards of pleasure skittered through her. The tip of his tongue flicked the underside of first one nipple and then the other; the weight of each ring as it slid and moved with his mouth added to the sensation.
“So sensitive.” His voice was low, rough. “I’ve wanted to do this for a long time now.” He fell to his knees, fingertips tracing over her tattoos until he got to the waist of her jeans and made quick work of them, yanking them down.
Bracing her weight on him with a hand on his shoulder, she stepped out of her pants and panties, kicking them to the side.
He rocked back on his heels and looked up at her, taking in every detail.
“Turn around. I want to see your back.”
She did, bending and bracing her hands on the bed, hoping he’d get the hint.
“Amazing.” His body heat blanketed her as he leaned in to look at the intricate inkwork on her back.
“My older brother is an artist, isn’t he? That one took six months to finish.”
Rustling alerted her he was getting naked too. She saw the flash of his shirt and jeans out of the corner of her eye. She had to see his body, so she stood and turned.
“Oh, well, that’s far better than I imagined.” He radiated mas culinity and a sort of feral sexuality he’d either hidden with the clothes or had been repressing. Either way, it sent a thrill straight to her cunt.
“I’m glad you approve.” He hesitated for just a brief moment before continuing. “On the bed, spread your legs. Knees up, feet flat.”
She swallowed hard and moved to obey. His comforter was soft and cool against her back, relaxing her a bit. The room smelled like him. But the wetter she got, the more her own scent added spice to his.
He moved between her legs and knelt, looming over her. “I haven’t tasted your lips yet.”
Before she could give a sassy reply, he’d crushed her mouth beneath his. He slid his palms over her arms and held her hands as he plundered. He held her wrists and she wished he’d hold them harder, wished he’d pin her down so the play struggle would be sweeter. He held back. There was a part of him she sensed he kept tightly reined in and she wondered why. Wanted him to break the control on her. Ached to see the full extent of what he truly wanted.
Step by step, tongue, teeth and lips worked together to devastate, to own and control, to make every part of her body hard but her pu**y, which bloomed and slickened for him.
She arched her neck as he started to pull away, not wanting to lose his taste. He chuckled in that arrogant male way as he broke from her mouth.
“If I don’t stop kissing your mouth, I can’t lick and suck your clit like you wanted.”
Her breath caught. Like she’d argue with that logic?
“First your ni**les and those sexy f**king rings again.” He let go of her hands and began to play with her ni**les and the rings, tugging and teasing with his mouth and fingers until her hips churned. It felt so good she wondered if she could come just from that alone.
The rasp of his stubble added another layer of sensation to the experience as her head began to slowly move from side to side.
She saw enough to know it made him hot too. His c**k was heavy and the slit gleamed with a bead of se**n. She unconsciously licked her bottom lip, recalling how he’d felt as he’d pressed his c**k into her mouth over and over. Remembering the hot, salty taste of him.
Finally, he broke away from her ni**les and continued downward, over her belly button, pausing to take that ring between his teeth.
“What is it with you and the piercings?”
“I told you I like it hard,” she breathed out. “It hurt for a moment but then the sting felt good.”
His knuckle slid between her labia and against her clit.
“I like the way it—oh god, yes, more—feels when my ni**les brush against things. I think it looks sexy.”
“You like it hard?”
She arched up, crying out when he pulled her open and flicked his tongue over her clit several times, then backed off.
“Yes. I do. Hard. Dark. Uninhibited. I like it rough, Todd. I’m too old for apologizing and I don’t want to. I like sex and I like it dirty.”
He swore under his breath and moved his mouth back to her cunt, tasting her like he was starving.
Those women he dated hopefully let him work this magic, because the man’s mouth was f**king gifted. He swirled his tongue through her pu**y, f**king into her with it, licking and sucking on every part of her until she didn’t even have words.
“Tell me,” she whispered. I won’t judge you. Just be yourself.
“Strip. I want to see you naked.”
“That was easy.” She smirked as she drew her T-shirt up and over her head, tossing it aside.
Gasping, he took a step forward and then another until he stood within touching distance. His eyes locked on the twin rings in her ni**les.
“Touch me, Todd.” Oh, how she needed him to put his hands on her!
With an impatient growl, he brought his hands to cup her br**sts as he bent to look at the rings. Carefully, he traced her ni**les with a fingertip and she arched into him.
“You won’t break me. Harder. I like it hard, Todd.”
It was like she’d thrown a switch as his teeth caught the ring and tugged. Shards of pleasure skittered through her. The tip of his tongue flicked the underside of first one nipple and then the other; the weight of each ring as it slid and moved with his mouth added to the sensation.
“So sensitive.” His voice was low, rough. “I’ve wanted to do this for a long time now.” He fell to his knees, fingertips tracing over her tattoos until he got to the waist of her jeans and made quick work of them, yanking them down.
Bracing her weight on him with a hand on his shoulder, she stepped out of her pants and panties, kicking them to the side.
He rocked back on his heels and looked up at her, taking in every detail.
“Turn around. I want to see your back.”
She did, bending and bracing her hands on the bed, hoping he’d get the hint.
“Amazing.” His body heat blanketed her as he leaned in to look at the intricate inkwork on her back.
“My older brother is an artist, isn’t he? That one took six months to finish.”
Rustling alerted her he was getting naked too. She saw the flash of his shirt and jeans out of the corner of her eye. She had to see his body, so she stood and turned.
“Oh, well, that’s far better than I imagined.” He radiated mas culinity and a sort of feral sexuality he’d either hidden with the clothes or had been repressing. Either way, it sent a thrill straight to her cunt.
“I’m glad you approve.” He hesitated for just a brief moment before continuing. “On the bed, spread your legs. Knees up, feet flat.”
She swallowed hard and moved to obey. His comforter was soft and cool against her back, relaxing her a bit. The room smelled like him. But the wetter she got, the more her own scent added spice to his.
He moved between her legs and knelt, looming over her. “I haven’t tasted your lips yet.”
Before she could give a sassy reply, he’d crushed her mouth beneath his. He slid his palms over her arms and held her hands as he plundered. He held her wrists and she wished he’d hold them harder, wished he’d pin her down so the play struggle would be sweeter. He held back. There was a part of him she sensed he kept tightly reined in and she wondered why. Wanted him to break the control on her. Ached to see the full extent of what he truly wanted.
Step by step, tongue, teeth and lips worked together to devastate, to own and control, to make every part of her body hard but her pu**y, which bloomed and slickened for him.
She arched her neck as he started to pull away, not wanting to lose his taste. He chuckled in that arrogant male way as he broke from her mouth.
“If I don’t stop kissing your mouth, I can’t lick and suck your clit like you wanted.”
Her breath caught. Like she’d argue with that logic?
“First your ni**les and those sexy f**king rings again.” He let go of her hands and began to play with her ni**les and the rings, tugging and teasing with his mouth and fingers until her hips churned. It felt so good she wondered if she could come just from that alone.
The rasp of his stubble added another layer of sensation to the experience as her head began to slowly move from side to side.
She saw enough to know it made him hot too. His c**k was heavy and the slit gleamed with a bead of se**n. She unconsciously licked her bottom lip, recalling how he’d felt as he’d pressed his c**k into her mouth over and over. Remembering the hot, salty taste of him.
Finally, he broke away from her ni**les and continued downward, over her belly button, pausing to take that ring between his teeth.
“What is it with you and the piercings?”
“I told you I like it hard,” she breathed out. “It hurt for a moment but then the sting felt good.”
His knuckle slid between her labia and against her clit.
“I like the way it—oh god, yes, more—feels when my ni**les brush against things. I think it looks sexy.”
“You like it hard?”
She arched up, crying out when he pulled her open and flicked his tongue over her clit several times, then backed off.
“Yes. I do. Hard. Dark. Uninhibited. I like it rough, Todd. I’m too old for apologizing and I don’t want to. I like sex and I like it dirty.”
He swore under his breath and moved his mouth back to her cunt, tasting her like he was starving.
Those women he dated hopefully let him work this magic, because the man’s mouth was f**king gifted. He swirled his tongue through her pu**y, f**king into her with it, licking and sucking on every part of her until she didn’t even have words.
