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“Take it off. Now.” I’m too worked up to be polite. Patience be damned.
“What? My dress?”
“Yes, or should I tear it off?” Tilly’s face takes on a hungry expression. For a split second, I almost think she wants me to rip her dress off. But she slides the rest of the dress off her hips, letting it dangle on her foot for a split second before it falls to the floor.
Beautiful thin red panties are all that remain between us. They’re already wet, and I am dying for a taste. I lick my lips, growing harder just thinking about what I want to do.
“I said, off, Tilly. All of it.” Her lips curl into a lust filled smirk. She hooks her thumbs onto the fabric and slowly, so slowly wiggles them down.
My eyes rove over her naked form. A goddess, sent from the heavens. It’s a corny thought but the only way I can truly describe how she looks. Shit. She’s way too hot for me. Too fucking cool. Far too sexy. I’m just the lucky gentlemen that’s about to be holding onto her while we both take this wild ride. If I was a praying man, I’d be asking whatever deity that’s fine with premarital sex to grant me the endurance not to blow my load as soon as my over eager dick gets a touch. Maybe the one that wrote the Kama Sutra? Fuck it. I’ll pray to all of them.
Since she’s letting me in, and I do mean in (wiggles my eyebrows), I’m not going to waste any time. I’m about to worship this woman the best way I know how. Not to brag, but I’m an excellent lover. Total stud in the bedroom. Women fall to my feet in praise after a night with Tommy the clit God. Okay, so that’s not completely true, but I’ve never had any complaints. Tilly might be in complete control everywhere else, but this is my domain. I know how to please a woman, how to figure out what they need. And with Tilly? My Tilly? She absolutely will not be left feeling unsatisfied.
Slowly, I crawl over her. Tilly’s lips twist into a wicked smile. Almost as if she knows what I have planned. I kiss her but let my tongue draw out over her bottom lip, then over her chin. My mouth leaves her face, making a trail to her sternum, moving downward as slowly as I can manage.
Hovering over her stomach, I lick her belly button, my tongue swirls around the outside before continuing down. My plan was to tease the inside of her thighs, and to take my time, but her hands latch onto my head and nudges me lower.
I chuckle, but in my current state, it almost sounds like a growl. “Patience, Tilly.”
“No. Tommy. Now,” she begs.
I shift onto my knees and push her legs apart. If Tilly wants it, I won’t deny her. With a final hot breath, I plunge my mouth between her legs.
She’s soaking wet, her clit swollen and hot. The taste has me drunk on her in seconds.
I alternate my attention, sucking her pearl then sliding my tongue deep within her. Her hands fly off my head and back onto the mattress. From the corner of my eyes, I see she’s fisting the sheets. That won’t do, I want her touching me.
My palm slaps her thigh with a satisfying snap. Her entire body shudders beneath me, but fingers soon grip onto my hair again. I’ve never been in such a state of heightened arousal. My whole body is rumbling with my growls, my balls drawn painfully tight. Even my heart is beating to the pulse of her name.
Tilly. Tilly. Tilly.
Though I haven’t been touched, I am already dangerously close to bursting in my pants, just from watching her writhe.
As if reading my mind, her hands shoot out suddenly and cover her pussy. When I glance up, there is a desperate look in her eyes and something else. Something dangerous. I think I know what she’s planning and I’m fucking here for it.
She shoves me back, then crawls forward on her hands and knees until meeting me.
“I’ve wanted to do this for years,” she says. I let myself hope that we’re thinking the same thing. Oh please, whatever god that’s listening, let her be on the same wave length as me. With shaking fingers, she unbuckles my pants and pulls them down in one move. Too slow. I’m desperate for this and have no shame. I start ripping my clothes off. Her movements are labored and clumsy, seemingly just as impatient to be touching once more.
Once free of societies ridiculous necessities— I’ve always been a big fan of nudity—her hands go to my bare chest. She gently pushes until I understand what she wants.
I let my head fall back onto the mattress as her fingers clasped around my shaft. Waves of pleasure work through me with every stroke. My eyes close as a deep moan rolls up my throat.
But when I feel her lips on the crown of my dick, I whimper and suck in a deep breath. My eyes shoot open, wanting, needing to see that it is actually Tilly doing this to me and not some fantasy. Because let’s be honest, I’ve had this exact dream about nine thousand times.
Her hand is kneading into my thigh as her tongue swirls around me. My hips jerk up off the bed, in a spasm, but she only hums and takes more of me into her mouth. I watch it all, how her back is curved over me, the beautiful sway of her tits as her head bobs over my body. The tingle is spreading to my balls. Too soon. My hand reaches out and latches into her hair, holding her still.
She sits up, a coy smile on her face, wiping some precum dribble off her chin. God, that’s fucking hot "Condom?" she asks. My eye's widen. I don't have any. But even as I nearly panic, I twist around and open the top drawer of the nightstand. Thank fuck. Having three boys meant my mother stocked the damn things in nearly every room of her home. I tear it open and go to sheath my cock, but Tilly snatches it from my hand. Before I can argue, its on.
Wide eyed, I watch in awe as she creeps over and straddles me. As she lowered herself onto my dick, I gasp out, “Oh, shit!”
She’s already riding me, a frenzied rhythm breaking out between us. I tilt my hips up, needing more. But as soon as I do, it’s almost too much. This is Tilly. The woman in all my dreams. The person I’ve longed for since I first laid eyes on her. Its everything I’ve ever wanted. She is so tight and slick; the perfect fit. Better than anything I’ve fantasized about. Even the smallest move is going to set me off. Like a wind up to a fastball, everything is gathering, building. If we don’t slow down, I’m going to pitch my load straight into her lungs at 95 miles an hour. Shit, I might puncture something.
But Tilly has other plans. Slow must not be in her vocabulary. She puts both hands on my shoulders and starts rocking faster.
Fuck it. She wants to boink like horny bunnies? I’ll give her everything I’ve got.
I grab onto her waist, holding her slightly aloft to thrust against her as hard and fast as I can. Her breasts jiggle with the movement, and I want them too. Even through our rough collisions, I manage to capture a nipple in my mouth, sucking even as I feel her tighten around my cock. Each slide of my shaft in and out is making every nerve ending in my body hum to life.
