Page 73 of From You to Me

“Everything about you is perfect, Evelyn.” He went lower, his mouth meeting the lips of my pussy. In one quick swoop, he draped both my legs over his shoulders.

I cried out, my back arching as my chest lifted off the mattress. I hugged the pillow as he dove his mouth between my wet lips.

“Fucking God,” I groaned as my elbows dug into the bed, my back arching further.

“Don’t call HIM, sweetheart.” He lapped my clit. “When it’s me who’s preaching your pussy.”

“Holy fuck, Jay.”

“Yes, babe. Pray for the man worshipping your pussy.” He continued his tantalizing pace of licking me. His thumb twisted inside my pussy while he plunged it in slow and steady while his attention turned to my clit.

“Jay, please,” I whispered.

But he never gave up as he continued his slow exploration. And when the rising wave was just about to hit me, he stopped and flipped me over.

I heaved out a frustrated sigh through my ragged breath.

Jay sprawled on the bed beside me, his thick long cock throbbing on his stomach. By now, my eyes were adjusted to the dark, his lean pecs inked, the fall of his long hair over his eyes, and the tiniest hint of tension around his mouth made my core clench.

His lustful blues met mine. “Ride me, sweetheart.”

A sharp inhale left my labored lips as I slowly climbed over him. I felt so small against him.

My tiny hands splayed over his chest as I ground my wet pussy against his incredible heat. I let my one hand trail between us and gripped his length. My fist barely closed around his thickness. I pumped him, dragging my finger over his tip.

“Go on, put it inside your pretty little pussy.”

I licked my lips as my eyes flashed to him. I adjusted my hips as I held the tip at my opening. My breath hitched as I felt his heat swallowing me. Inch by inch, I slowly lowered myself until he was fully seated inside me.

I held myself inside as I clutched my hands on his chest. His eyes glowed in the darkness as he slid his hands over my waist.

“Fucking sexy.”

I swallowed as I circled my hips, moaning as my pussy clenched him deep at this angle.

“Yes, sweetheart, just like that. Roll the pretty pussy all over my cock.”

“Ah,” I moaned as I lifted my hips in tiny circles, trying my best to match his thrusts from under me. At one point, my arms gave out, and I crashed into him.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his mouth taking mine. Our tongues danced together, he groaned gripping my hair and pulling me deeper into him.

My breath gets knocked out of me as he suddenly flips us over. My head hangs off the side of the bed, my neck craning as I meet his eyes.

“Hold on,” he mutters, spreading my knees wide.

“Jay.” I cradle his face.

He drives his cock into me at an agonizing pace.

Slow and deep.

Not rough and harsh.

Almost as if he was making love to me.

The length of him stroking the depths of me drew the pleasure rising inside me.

Our eyes never strayed the entire time.