She responds immediately, opening her mouth under mine, her tongue sliding against mine hot and slick, pressing her body harder against me like she's trying to crawl inside my skin. Herhands are already working at my belt, fumbling with the buckle in her eagerness.
My hands slide down to her ass, finally getting to touch it after watching it all day in those jeans. I lift the hem of the lacy nightgown to squeeze her bare cheek, kneading the soft flesh, feeling it fill my palm perfectly, pulling her up and against me so she can feel exactly how hard I am through my jeans, grinding my erection against her hip.
We stumble backward toward the bed, still kissing frantically, like we're making up for lost time. I get my mouth on her neck, sucking at the sensitive skin, then biting gently at that spot just below her ear that I know drives her crazy.
"Oh, you're absolutely insatiable, aren't you?" she teases, her hand sliding down between us to palm my cock through my jeans, squeezing firmly and stroking me through the denim.
"Yes, well, I've been tortured all damn day watching you walk around in those tight jeans with that perfect ass," I say, smacking her ass lightly, making her gasp and arch into me, her hips pressing forward. "Do you have any idea how hard it's been keeping my hands to myself? Sitting in meetings pretending to care about zoning codes when all I could think about was getting you naked?"
"Poor baby," she laughs, pulling me down onto the bed with her.
I yank my shirt off over my head in one motion and toss it somewhere across the room. Then I lower myself over her, exploring her with my hands now that I finally can—running my palms up her arms, down her sides, over her hips, down her thighs—kissing her deeper, harder. My hand slides down her waist, moving lower and lower down her thigh, feeling the lace against my palm, then the bare skin below where it ends.
Then I change direction, sliding inward, pushing past the lacy hem and moving up the inside of her thigh until my fingersbrush against her pussy. She's already soaked, wet and hot and ready for me.
"Oh!" she gasps sharply, arching into me on the bed, her hips lifting off the mattress. Her eyes lock onto mine as she bites her bottom lip, her cheeks flushed pink.
"Had some fun while you were waiting for me?" I ask, sliding one finger inside her slowly, deliberately, feeling her wet heat immediately clench around me like a vice.
She moans, a low sound in the back of her throat, pressing into me harder, her hips rocking up to meet my hand. "Maybe a little. I was going insane up here."
I kiss her while fingering her, adding a second finger and curling them just right to hit that spot inside her that makes her entire body jerk. She's so wet that my fingers slide in easily, and I can feel her getting wetter with every stroke.
Then I lower myself down her body, kissing down her neck, between her breasts through the lace, down her stomach, sliding the lace nightgown up to bunch at her waist. I settle myself between her thighs, spreading them wider, and just look at her for a moment—her pussy pink and swollen and glistening wet, absolutely beautiful.
"You want me to taste you?" I ask, looking up at her, my breath hot against her sensitive skin, watching her face.
"Yes, yes!" she pants, one hand already moving to my hair in anticipation, her fingers threading through it.
I kiss her pussy softly, just a gentle press of my lips against her clit. Just once. Then I pull back, watching her reaction. Then I do it again, a little lower this time, moving slowly and deliberately, kissing all over her, gently licking and teasing but not giving her what she actually wants yet. Taking my time. Making her wait the way I had to wait.
"Alex," she whines, her fingers gripping my hair tighter, trying to pull me where she wants me, trying to guide mymouth. "Who's the tortured one now? This is mean. This is cruel."
"Well, I'm just showing my proper devotion to you," I say innocently, licking slowly up through her folds but deliberately avoiding her clit entirely, circling around it, making her hips jerk in frustration. "Taking my time. Savoring this. I wasn't sure if you wanted me to rush through it or really appreciate what I'm doing here?"
She leans up on her elbows and glares down at me, her chest heaving, her eyes dark and demanding and absolutely furious. "Go down on me properly right this second or I swear to god, Alex?—"
I grin up at her, completely unrepentant. "As you wish, Princess."
And then I seal my mouth over her clit and suck hard, flicking my tongue quickly over the sensitive bud while sliding my fingers back inside her, two of them, curling and stroking against that perfect spot.
She falls back against the pillows with a sharp cry, her back arching beautifully off the bed, one hand immediately fisting in my hair and shoving my face harder against her pussy, grinding against my mouth. And I fucking love it, love her taking what she wants from me, using my mouth exactly how she needs it, completely uninhibited.
She's writhing now, her hips moving in small circles, chasing the sensation, completely lost in it. Her back is arched beautifully, perfectly, one hand still fisted tightly in my hair, the other hand reaching up to touch her own nipple, which has slipped free of the lacy nightgown, pinching and rolling it between her fingers.
The sight of her touching herself while I eat her out, makes me so hard I could literally come in my jeans right now without even being touched.
She's perfect, absolutely perfect, everything I've ever wanted and never knew I was looking for.
I work her clit with my tongue, alternating between broad flat strokes and quick flicks, my fingers pumping inside her steadily, curling on every thrust to hit that spot that makes her cry out. She's getting close—I can tell by the way her thighs are starting to shake against my ears, the way her breathing has turned into these desperate little gasps that catch in her throat, the way she's grinding harder against my face, practically riding my mouth.
"Alex," she moans, and my name coming out of her mouth like that, wrecked and desperate, makes me groan against her pussy, the vibration making her gasp louder.
"Come for me," I say against her wet skin, barely pulling back enough to get the words out, then go immediately back to sucking her clit, my fingers hitting that perfect spot inside her with every single thrust.
"Oh god, oh god, I'm—" she cries out, her whole body tensing, every muscle going tight, and then releasing as the orgasm crashes through her. She's clenching rhythmically around my fingers, pulsing and squeezing, her hips bucking up against my mouth uncontrollably, and I keep working her through it, not stopping until she's pushing weakly at my head with her hand, too sensitive to take any more stimulation.
I pull back slowly and look up at her, my chin and lips wet with her, and she's staring down at me with dazed, satisfied eyes and flushed cheeks, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath.