Page 32 of Sweet Dreams
I run my fingers through her hair, intertwining them deeply, and tug her head back. I marvel at how her pupils dilate and hear her take a deep breath. “Are you sure you want this?”
“Yeah. I want anything with you.”
I slowly spin her chair and push my legs between hers. With a stroke of her face, I lean in close. “You have two options, Dimples. On the counter or the bed. Either way, this pussy is mine.” I release her hair and press it against her clit.
“Silas, I don’t care where we do it, just fuck me.”
I’ve been waiting to hear those words, fuck the bedroom. With a swift movement, I lift her and set her on the island. I will always be in awe of Teagan’s beauty, and I am constantly amazed by the fact that she still wants to be my friend. It truly warms my heart. But who cares about that now, my mind is preoccupied with more pressing matters.
“I’m gonna finish my dinner now if you don’t mind.” I push her back and unbutton her jeans. With a tug, she lifts her hips, and I slip her jeans off, exposing her pussy. God, I love that she doesn’t wear underwear.
“Silas, can I tell you something.”
My hands freeze on her ankles. “Always, don’t ever hold back.”
She sits up and nibbles her bottom lip. “I um.”
I slide my hands up her legs, stopping at her hip. “It’s alright. Tell me.”
“No one has ever gone down on me before.”
Oh, I landed in heaven. “I got you. Lay back, and let me show you what it’s all about.”
I gently wait for her to completely lay down before carefully pulling her to the counter’s edge. Looking up at her, I notice she is staring at the ceiling. “Teagan, eyes on me. Tell me if it gets too much, and I’ll stop.”
“Okay.” She watches me as I move her legs over my shoulders. I slowly lower my head.
The first lick makes her gasp, and her hands grip the edge of the counter; I slide my hands under her ass, pulling her closer to my face. Her taste is intoxicating; I’ll never get enough of her, no matter how much I getclose.
Her hands weave into my hair, grabbing a fistful when I nibble her clit.
“Silas, fuck.”
My dick presses against my jeans, protesting. I slide one hand off her legs and unsnap my jeans. I stroke along the length of my dick with each glide along her pussy. I’m not sure who I’m torturing her or me, but I’m not gonna last much longer. Her hips rise off the counter, her moans filling the room.
“I need you, Teagan.”
“Here, take me here,” she blurted out.
I gently lift her by the arms, helping her to sit up and face me. Her legs wrap around my waist, and she clasps her hands around my neck. My eyes look intensely onto hers; neither one could escape. Her beauty is something I’ll never forget. She slips her hand around my dick.
“Fuck, Dimples. Squeeze me a little harder; I wanna feel you gripping me tight.”
I close my eyes and rest my head on her shoulder as she strokes my dick. The sensation is unbelievable; I finally have her hands on me, and it’s everything I dreamed of.
“Just like that, fuck don’t stop.” Her hand moves faster, and I move my hand between her leg, finding her clit. She tightens her grip when I applypressure with my fingertip. I feel her warm breath softly brushing against my ear.
“Shit.”
“You’re not coming unless it’s around my dick.” With a swift motion, I step back and flip her over. Positioning myself, I slip deep inside. Her inner muscles grip me tight, and I have to hold back from coming. “Fuck, love, you’re so tight.”
She presses her ass back, and I grasp her waist and shoulder, driving deeper. Sweet moans fall from her lips, and it makes my dick harder.
“Where do you want me to finish?”
“Inside, don’t stop.”
I slam into her hard, making her legs give out. I hold her upright until she squeezes me tight; as she gets close, I pull her into my chest, thrusting faster as she comes.