I drop a dramatic smack onto the toy before pocketing it.
“Kissing my Aloo.” I mean it exactly how it sounds and I know she understands it because she blushes. Her pink tongue sneaks out to wet her lips.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Like what?”
“Like you want to—” her eyes drop to my mouth— “kiss your Aloo,” she finishes huskily.
I step closer just as she shuffles back, ’til she’s flush against the car’s hood. I lean in, caging her between my arms. She doesn’t look scared or unsure. If anything, her gaze searches my face before dipping down to my lips again.
“May I?” I ask, my voice rough with want. “May I kiss my Aloo?”
“Thought you’d never ask.”
I drop a gentle peck, then another, a titillating dance that has her chasing my lips with hers. Her hands crawl up my body, the heat of her palms searing me through the weave of the dress shirt I’m wearing.
“Do I get to thank you for my gift?” I murmur, too addicted to her taste to stop kissing her.
“How?”
She inhales sharply when I trace the seam of her leggings over her pussy with one finger, tapping right where I can feel her heat. A quietohis the only sound she makes when I press in gently, rubbing up and down along the stitched line.
“If you want, I’ll behave and take you home right now,” I gruff. “If not, let me do what I’ve been dreaming of and taste you.”
“Please,” she replies without an ounce of hesitation. “Yes.”
Her whispered answer is my salvation.
Hooking my fingers into her waistband, I roll her leggings down. She shivers but doesn’t complain as she steps out of them. If she’s burning like I am, she won’t feel the nip of the sea breeze.
I run my nose down her covered pussy, breathing in the tangy scent of her arousal. It never gets old, seeing evidence of how I affect her. It makes me feel ten-fucking-feet tall that I get her like this: soft, sweet, trusting. Enough that she’s letting me peel her clothes off in the open, knowing I’d never let anyone else see her like this. A growl rumbles within my chest at the thought. Fuck, no. No one but me gets this part of her.
“Cal,” she whispers, her voice strained. “Please. It’s been so long.”
I look up to find her staring back, her pupils blown, starving for my mouth on her cunt. I want to wreck her so badly she can’t even think of anyone else except me.
“Did you touch yourself while I was away?”
She nods.
“Did you think of me?” I ask, licking up the inside of one satiny thigh.
“Every time,” she moans, her fingers sweeping my hair back like she needs to have an unobstructed view of what I’m doing to her. I curve my hands and run them up and down the backs of her thighs, feeling her muscles tremble under my touch.
“Like seeing me on my knees for you, gorgeous?” I tease, drawing the gusset of her panties aside to expose her.
“Y-yes,” she gasps, moaning when I spit on the closed seam of her pussy, rubbing it in with my thumb. Her breath hitches when I press a gentle kiss right over her mound, nuzzling down the side where her thigh creases into her core.
“Good,” I rasp. “No one else I’d rather be on my knees for.”
Before either one of us can process my possessive declaration, I turn her away and pull her hips toward me, forcing her to place her hands on the hood.
“Bend over and open those legs wide,” I order. Her brown pussy glistens, swollen and sopping wet as I run the tip of my finger along her slit. I torment her with gentle strokes, taking my time to coax the arousal from her willing body. With an impatient noise, she pushes back against my hands, making me break out in a wicked grin.
I blow air right onto her dripping center, causing a shiver to wrack her. Her squirms turn into breathy little hiccups when I part her with my thumbs and plunge my tongue in so deep, her inner walls clench around me. I lick into her like a ravenous beast feasting on her honey. Again and again, I fuck her with my tongue, giving her a preview of all the filthy and delicious ways I’d pleasure her body before feeding her my cock.
It won’t be much longer. She’s eager for me, less inhibited than when she came to me in Vegas. I’m certain we’re going to find ourselves in my bed with my dick buried inside her very soon. I’m leaking in my pants at the mere thought, the musky taste of her on my tongue making me groan in satisfaction.