Wardrobe Malfunction
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When he reaches the top, my needy hands slide into his hair.
He stares up at me. “What do you want?” he asks, his voice husky with sex.
“You, making me come.”
He puts his mouth on me, and I sigh with relief.
He works me over, licking my clit, pushing a finger inside me and then two.
“I’m so close, Vaughn…so close. Keep doing that…yes…”
Then, without warning, his mouth and fingers are gone.
“What? I was so close to coming.”
“I want us to come together.” His nimble fingers are unfastening his jeans, and then he’s kicking off his shoes, pulling his T-shirt off, and getting a condom out of his wallet. His jeans and boxers drop to the floor, and he’s naked.
“I could have come then and then come again.” I pout.
He rips the condom packet open with his teeth and rolls it on his cock. Then, he tugs on my bottom lip with his finger and thumb before replacing it with his lips. “I’ll make the wait worth your while,” he murmurs. Then, he steps back. “Strip for me,” he commands.
“You want the sexy dance or the clothes just gone?”
“You do a sexy dance?” His brow goes up.
“Oh, yeah, totally.” I grin.
“That, I definitely want to see…but later. Right now, I just need to be inside you. So, clothes off, Pins.”
“Yes, sir.” I salute.
I pull my top off over my head before quickly removing my bra. I unfasten my skirt at the back and lift my ass. Sliding it down over my hips and down my legs, I flick it aside with my foot.
Vaughn’s eyes rake over me. I’m naked, except for my cute little boots. He looks like he wants to devour me whole, and I want to be devoured. I want him to swallow me up. I want every single part of him.
He doesn’t seem to be moving. Just frozen to the spot. His cock is hard and ready, his breathing labored.
So, I slide my hand over my chest, letting my fingers play over my breast, my nipple. Then, I slide my hand lower, down over my stomach, coming to rest on my pussy. I already know how wet I am. I’m always wet with Vaughn. All he has to do is look at me.
I dip my finger inside and moan, my eyes briefly closing.
When they open back up, I find Vaughn’s eyes on fire.
“Taste yourself,” he says roughly.
I lift my finger to my mouth and put it inside, sucking myself from it.
“Mmm,” I murmur.
His hand goes to his cock, gripping it. He starts to move it up and down, jacking himself off. “You like the taste of yourself, dirty girl?”
“Yes. But I like the taste of you better.”
He covers the distance between us in two strides. He’s between my legs, thrusting his cock inside me. His hand fists my hair, tipping my head back, as he takes my mouth in a hard kiss.
It’s rough. It’s passionate. It’s everything.
He’s everything.
“Yes,” I moan as he pulls my hair, his hips slamming against mine.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he growls into my ear. “I’ve never needed anyone like I need you.”
“God, yes!” I cry out.
He sticks his tongue in my ear, sending dizzying sensations spiraling through me.
No one has ever made me feel like he does.
Needing more, needing to be closer to him, I grip ahold of his ass. Digging my nails in his skin, I push my hips harder against his. His tongue trails a path down my neck. His hand comes up to grab my breast, and his mouth finds it, sucking on my nipple hard.
I come like a rocket. “Vaughn!” I scream.
My orgasm seems to trigger his, and he’s moaning my name amid curses, his hips pumping in short, fast strokes against mine.
Then, he finally comes to a stop. His hands slide up my back, pulling me to him, and he hugs me. I lift my hands from his ass and wrap them around him.
We’re both silent, trying to catch our breaths.
“That was intense,” I whisper.
“Yeah,” he says into my neck, “it was.”
I don’t know what triggered the intense sex, but I’m not complaining even if I do feel a little knocked by it.
It feels like every time we have sex, I fall a little more for him. It’s scary as hell.
“We need to clean up.” I pat his back.
“Yeah,” he says, sounding reluctant to move. Then, he sighs and releases me, pulling out of me. He kisses me one last time. “I’ll get you a cloth,” he says, heading toward the door.
“No, it’s fine. I want to freshen up a bit anyway,” I tell him.
He stops and looks at me. “Okay, well, you use the master bathroom. Your things are up there in the bedroom. I’ll clean up down here.”
I gather up my clothes and make a naked dash for the stairs. I head left, the way I saw Vaughn go, and I soon find the master bedroom. It’s freaking huge with a massive bed facing the floor-to-ceiling windows. My case is sitting on the bed. The view is amazing. And I’m naked in front of it. I grab my toiletry bag from my overnight case and go into the bathroom.
A quick freshen-up and brush of my teeth, I head back into the bedroom. I put on fresh underwear and pull on my jeans and gray cashmere V-neck sweater.
I head back downstairs to find Vaughn and see him through the window, sitting out on the porch. I let myself outside and pad over to him.
He’s sitting on one of the comfy-looking wicker sofas out here, a bottle of beer in his hand.