She gave me a small nod, but her breathing was short and fast. Something was definitely wrong. I moved my hand, which was currently pressed against her back, and slid it away, thinking maybe I was holding her too tightly. But when I slipped it closer to her side, she sucked in a breath. I paused and moved my gaze to my hand. It was resting on her side, but it was just below her breast.
Was she . . . I jerked my gaze back to hers, and then I saw it. The need and desire. Her eyelids lowered as she breathed in deeply. I didn’t want to read her wrong, but the idea of her being turned on had my blood pumping hard into my already-stiff cock.
“Ah,” she said softly, and closed her eyes.
The swell of my erection was barely brushing her, but during the night, she’d thrown a leg over my leg and moved over me again until her heat was directly against my hard-on. I had a feeling it wasn’t just morning wood; my body was reacting to her crotch pressing against it in my sleep.
I lifted my hips just enough to press more firmly against her, and her eyes flared as she grabbed my shoulder. ”Does that feel good?” I asked, slipping a hand over her ass so I could shift her further on top of me.
She nodded as I settled her so that her spread thighs were now straddling me and opening her up further. “Oh, God,” she moaned as the pressure between us made complete contact.
Reaching up, I pushed her hair back and held her face in my hands. “Did you wake up needy?” I asked, my voice now dropping from arousal instead of sleep.
She didn’t respond, but she rocked against me, and her head fell back as her mouth went slack. God, that was sexy. Her boobs were bouncing from all the heavy breathing she was doing, and I wanted them bare so I could watch them jiggle. I reached for her shirt, and she lifted her arms as I pulled it off, leaning up to undo her bra and quickly discard it.
They were so fucking gorgeous. They were bigger now, but her nipples were still that rosy color, and the softness was heavier. I had always been a fan of more than a handful. Bethy’s were a couple of handfuls.
She made appreciative noises as she continued to work herself over me, drawing pleasure from the friction. I pinched her nipples and licked at each hard pebble as they bounced in front of me, and she stilled, allowing me to pull one into my mouth and suck.
Her hands went to my head, and she said my name on a whisper. I sucked harder before pressing my face between them and licking up the middle, then moving to the other one to give it just as much attention. Best fucking tits in the world.
“I want your shirt off,” she said, panting as her hands started pulling at my T-shirt. I pulled back and kept my eyes on her breasts, not wanting to miss any of their movement as I helped her get my shirt off. Then I went right back to licking and sucking.
Her hands ran down my chest, and her nails scraped up my back as I kept her soft, plump globes pressed as close to my face as I could. When her hips started making needy little circles as she whimpered, I grabbed her waist and stood up with her. She clung to me, wrapping her arms and legs around me, as I went straight for the bedroom. We hadn’t been in here together yet, but I wasn’t taking her on the damn sofa. I had dreamed and fantasized about this for years.
I laid her down, grabbed her shorts and panties, and jerked them off with one hard tug before moving to crawl over her. “Open your legs for me, sweetheart,” I demanded as I touched her thighs and shoved them as far open as I could get them.
Bethy didn’t stop me. She let them fall open. Sucking in a breath, I took in the obvious wetness coating her pink folds.
I inhaled deeply, and her arousal filled my senses. “Shit, baby, that smells so good,” I said as I moved to press a kiss on her bare mound. She made a pleading noise in her throat. Another time, I’d make her ask me to taste her, because that was hot as hell. But right now, I needed this more than she did.
I ran my tongue up through the middle and then rolled it around her swollen clit while she arched off the bed and screamed. Her hand was once again fisted in my hair as if she intended to hold me here and not let move. The idea of her forcing my head between her legs made me throb harder.
I began to taste and nibble, enjoying the sweet taste I’d missed and the smell that was all Bethy. My name fell from her lips in a chant, and I soaked in the sound of it. When she finally cried out and began to shake through her first orgasm, I held her down and licked it up, tasting her release as she pleaded with me to stop.
When the tremors stopped, she was making noises from the pleasure that I knew verged on pain as I licked at her sensitive clit. Just a little more, and she’d shoot off again, but I wanted inside her first. I crawled over her, and the lazy look she gave me as a smile curled her lips took all other rational thought away.
With one move, I sank all the way inside her. Her nails clawed my back as she arched into me and shouted my name. The tight walls of her heat gripped me, and I lowered my mouth and molded it to hers before moving inside her. She pulled my tongue into her mouth and sucked, making my ability to slow down impossible. Having Bethy sucking anything on my body sent me into a wild frenzy.
“Fuck, oh, fuck, that’s so good,” I said, tearing my mouth from hers so I could gasp for air. “I swear, I’ll never get enough of this.” I panted as I watched her breasts bouncing with each thrust. “Fuuuuck. Look at you. God, baby,” I growled, unable to get enough. I wanted deeper. I wanted to be so buried in her that I marked her body as mine.
“Please, harder,” she begged, her eyes glazed over with pleasure.