My finger dips inside her, and it feels like coming home. She grips me tightly as she stretches to adjust. I massage her centre, slipping another finger inside her and coax her to the brink of her orgasm. Her body moves with me, and I feel her pussy squeeze tighter with every stroke. When she’s about to unravel, I ease out of her and break our kiss.
“Take them off,” I demand. My good little firefly does exactly as she’s told. There she is, bare and wet for me.
“Please,” she begs, the sound music to my ears.
I lunge for her. My mouth suctions to her dripping pussy, and I lavish every last drop of her as my tongue dives into her entrance.Fucking. Bliss.I ease my hands under her thighs, coaxing her to wrap them around my head. She obliges, and my face is buried in her.
She shakes and whimpers, my name dripping from her lips as I devour her. I really wasn’t sure if I’d remember how to do this, but her enthusiasm is giving me all the encouragement I need, and I’ll be damned if I’m stopping now. I grip her thighs, hard enough to bruise, and begin flicking my tongue inside her. Taking her clit between my teeth, I gently nip over the sensitive bundle of nerves. She gushes into my mouth, and my cock painfully strains against my jeans.
Her hands grip my hair, keeping me right where she wants me –where sheneedsme. Each lick brings her closer to the edge. She’s unravelling right before my eyes, and the sheer sight of her coming is like a symphony. I plunge my fingers inside her again, working her clit with my thumb as I lavish her sweet cunt.
“Dallas!” she screams. Her pussy clamps on my tongue and she writhes against my face as she comes.
I stay between her thighs for several minutes, lapping her sweetness and caressing her soft skin, before easing her legs from my shoulders and rising to stand.
My name seeps from her lips again, this time a breathy whisper as her hands reach for my chest. Her touch sends ripples of heat through me as she creeps her hands down to my waistband. Easily unbuttoning my jeans, she pulls the denim down over my boxers, letting them slide down over my ass, and my cock springs to life before her.
“Mmm, sweet girl,” I growl.
She shudders beneath me, her hands eagerly stroking my length. I swear I can see her mouth watering as she re-positions herself, scooting down to the bench, and swallows me. Her mouth is warm, her throat strangling my cock as she works her hands under my balls in time with her movements.
“Firefly, you keep going like that and I’m not gonna be able to hold on much longer,” I grunt. My hips jut forward, meeting her rhythm.This woman is a fucking goddess on earth.
I bottom out inside her repeatedly, her fingers still cupping my balls as she gives me everything she’s got. She’s so perfect. My balls start to tighten, and as if she can sense how close I am, she picks up the pace until I’m right on the edge.
“Fuuuck, Firefly,” I groan. I try to pull away, but she slides her freehand across my ass and holds me in place until I explode inside her. She keeps me there for a moment before slowly easing her mouth from my dick, a pleased smile plastered on her face.
“God dammit, woman.” I’m breathless. And absolutely fucking glowing from my orgasm.
“Seemed only fair,” she retorts with a wink. We help each other dress, and it’s only then that I realise neither of us are in any state to drive.
“It’s late, we’re drunk, and I don’t want to leave,” I tell her.
She beams at me and says, “Fuck yes, lookout sleepovers.”
I can’t help but laugh at her as she twirls around and wanders over to the ute, propping the tailgate down and calling to me. “Well c’mon, cowboy, that bottle won’t finish itself.”
Sunlight beams down on us, and I feel the crisp, mountain air bite at my skin. A soft breeze rolls over me as my eyes peel open and I soak in the sight before me. Annabeth entangled around me, her pink hair falling in ribbons across her flushed cheeks.
She slept in my sweater. It’s so big for her that it basically swallowed her curves, much to my disappointment. Gentle snores escape her, and I let my eyes trail across the sleeping pixie. Her eyelids flutter beneath her lashes, and her lip quivers slightly as she wriggles in my arms and nestles further into my chest.
We stayed up till near sunrise, drinking and dancing, stealing kissesthrough endless laughter. She told me the story of how she moved here and that she’d always dreamed of teaching music. I smile to myself as I picture this vibrant, pink-haired goddess in the middle of a full orchestral setting, marching to the beat of her own drum.Wait, she doesn’t play the drums. Strumming to the strings of her own guitar–yep, that’s the one.
I glide my hand towards her chin, stroking her hair away from her face as she sleeps. She’s so close I can see her freckles dancing across her nose and the gold ring in her nostril glistening in the sunlight. She’s fucking adorable. How can someone be so sexy and so damn cute at the same time?
“Hey,” comes her groggy voice from where her face is buried into me.
“Good morning, Firefly.”
“I’m starving,” she groans.
“Oh good, me too.”
“What’s for brekkie?” she asks, her voice soft and laced with sleep.
“Hey, I thought we agreed thatyouwere the breakfast maker in this relationship?” I tease.
“Relationship, hey?” she quips in return.