reclined.
“Move farther up.”
He complied, scooting until his head was on one of the pillows. He reached a hand down, testing to see if she was close, wanting to touch her.
The bed dipped and she straddled his waist. She bent down to kiss him then slid her mouth over his cheek to his ear.
“Do you want to taste me as much as I want to taste you?”
“There’s not an inch of you I don’t want to taste,” he said.
He felt her smile against his ear. “I want you to lick my pussy while I suck your cock.”
“I love a woman who knows what she wants,” he said around a grin.
“Oh, I know exactly what I want. I’ve known since I saw you in that bar. And I intend to have you.”
“I never argue with a lady.”
“Smart man.”
She lifted off of him again. She rotated then straddled his face, lowering her pussy until she was just inches from his mouth. He could smell her, sweet, slightly musky. Sexy as hell.
He moved his hands to cup her ass, positioning her better so he could begin his exploration. As his tongue flicked out to circle her pussy entrance, her mouth sank over his cock, and he moaned low in his throat.
Her ass quivered against his fingers as he gently worked his mouth over her clit. One thing he had learned since his first encounter with Payton all those years ago was that a woman didn’t want to be eaten like a damn potato chip. She wanted to be teased, savored, enjoyed like a fine wine. Sipped at, not gulped.
She writhed against his mouth, squirming as he continued his exploration. Her breath came in gasps around his cock, sending sparks through his groin. He arched into her as she twisted against him.
He took his time, nudging her with his mouth, licking, nipping then soothing the delicate folds. Each time his tongue swept over her clit, it tightened and a tiny spasm quaked through her body.
“Are you close?” he whispered.
She moaned. “Yes, but not yet. Please.”
He smiled and lessened the onslaught of his mouth. “I want you to come in my mouth. I want to taste you.”
She tore her mouth away from his dick and wrapped her hand around it, moving up and down in slow, long motions. Her chest heaved against his belly.
With his fingers, he parted the soft folds of her pussy, stroking, featherlight. He wanted to see her, splayed out over his chest, her femininity bared for him, but at the same time, having to rely on touch and taste was exciting. New. A little disconcerting but in a titillating way.
Slowly, reverently, he pushed one finger inside her, feeling the way the walls of her vagina gripped him. Sweat beaded his forehead as he imagined what it would feel like for his cock to be surrounded by such sweet heat.
When he felt her begin to shudder uncontrollably against his hand, he withdrew his finger and gripped her ass again, pulling her down to his mouth once more.
His tongue found her clit, and he gently sucked the taut bud into his mouth. She moaned and rocked back as her mouth paused on his cock. “I’m going to come,” she gasped out.
He said nothing but swirled his tongue downward, plunging it into her opening. She cried out, and a surge of honey spilled onto his tongue. Her legs shook, her body shook, her hand tightened around his cock.
She cried out as she undulated her hips in his hands. He held her, coaxing her orgasm with his mouth. Several long seconds later, she slumped against his body, her breath coming in big heaves.
She eased off his body. Again he felt the bed dip as she got up. He heard the crinkle of a wrapper. Soon she returned, climbing onto the bed.
She grasped his cock and slid her mouth over the head, sucking and licking down then back up again. Then she rolled a condom on. He waited, nearly breathless with anticipation.
He flinched as her lips met the sensitive skin just above the base of his dick.
“Ready for a ride, cowboy?”
“Oh hell yeah,” he ground out.
Chapter Five
Payton applied lubricant to Wes’s latex-sheathed cock,