I could feel her pulse beating rapidly and bit down gently over it. Her breath hitched and she gasped out my name. I could feel the moisture gathering at the tip of my cock as it pressed against my boxers, but I ignored the raging desire for now because I wanted to worship the body underneath mine first.
“I want to see your pretty tits, moya printsessa. Take off your shirt and show them to me,” I demanded as I lifted myself up so she could reach between us.
She raised the hem and pulled her shirt over her head, revealing a black lace bra.
“Do the panties match?” I murmured.
“Yes,” she whispered.
I rose to my knees and undid the button on her jeans. She lifted up so I could move them down her legs, and I tossed them to the side so I could enjoy the sight of her spread out before me, dressed only in her bra and panties.
“You make it hard to go slow, looking like that. You don’t look like my good girl,” I grated out. “You’re dressed very naughty today.”
“Except I wasn’t the one who misbehaved, was I?” she asked. “I am your good girl, but you were so mean today.”
“Ahhh, I like it when my Aubrey is so playful in bed,” I said, loving how she didn’t hold anything back from me. “Lose the bra and panties so I don’t confuse you for a bad girl who needs to be punished.”
“You’re awfully bossy for a guy who’s supposed to be worshipping my body to make up for being mean today,” she complained once she was completely naked.
“Can’t stop being me. And you need to remember to wear those again sometime,” I requested. “When naughty Aubrey wants to come out and play.”
“Oh yes,” she promised. “That’s definitely going to happen, but I want my fuckpology now. Please.”
“Your wish is my command,” I murmured. Then I spread her legs open so I got closer to her body as I knelt between them.
After running my hands up her thighs and across her stomach, I stopped to palm her breasts and leaned down to lick at her nipples. I feasted on her tits, moving my mouth between them as I licked and sucked and nipped at her skin. I squeezed them together and trailed my tongue down the middle.
“I want to fuck you here,” I said huskily. “I want to slide my dick between your luscious tits and have your tongue flick out to taste me as I drive upwards. I want to feel them hugging my cock while I move between them until I shoot my come all over your chest.”
“Do it,” Aubrey whimpered. “It sounds so good.”
“But that would be for me, and tonight is about you, isn’t it, moya printsessa?”
“Not if I want it too,” she argued.
“Maybe we’ll save that for when you wear the black again. Good girls deserve to be worshipped, but bad girls… Well, they deserve to be used. But maybe just a little since we’d only be playing.” I chuckled darkly as I moved farther down her body. I loved how turned on she got when I talked dirty.
I lifted her ass in my hands and licked her pussy lips on the outside over and over again, avoiding her clit until she was dripping wet and begging.
“Please, Luka,” she gasped when I blew against her damp flesh.
“Yes, Aubrey. Whatever you want,” I promised her.
“Your mouth. Your fingers. And then your cock,” she said, listing what she wanted for me.
I circled my tongue over her opening, getting closer and closer with each swirl until I heard her whimper in need. I stiffened my tongue and drove it as far inside as I could while I ate her pussy like a starving man until I felt her starting to flutter inside. I swept my tongue up to her clit and flicked lightly while I replaced my tongue with two fingers deep inside her walls. I knew she was close, but I wanted this to be a big one, so I slowed my movements to let it build more deliberately until she was squirming in my arms with need. And then I added another finger as I sucked on her clit and felt her pussy clench against me as she howled with pleasure. Fucking magnificent.
I kept slowly pumping my fingers, trying to draw it out for her. As soon as she started to calm down, I ripped off my clothes and settled myself between her thighs. She blinked up at me with heavy-lidded eyes and flushed cheeks, her hair spread wildly across my pillow. We’d talked about it a couple times, and I knew she had been considering taking this next step, so I had to at least ask to see if she’d made a decision yet.
“Can I go bare, moya printsessa?” I asked huskily.
She’d switched to the birth control shot about a month ago because it was supposed to be more effective. She wanted to make sure she limited her chances of getting pregnant if we stopped using condoms.