She swore at me and purposely dug the edge of her heel harder into my shoulder. It made me grin at her even more. Her fight was as much of a turn-on as the rest of her.

She didn’t take her eyes off mine as she spread her fingers apart and trapped the turgid flesh between them. The rosy tips peeked out between her fingers and I watched as she squeezed, just like I told her to. That made all the want inside of me ratchet up a hundred degrees. Nothing better than a pretty girl that could get a little dirty when the situation called for it.

I used my thumbs to spread her open and then licked her from top to bottom. It made both of us groan. She was all kinds of liquid goodness that burst in brightness across my tongue. She was better than the most expensive scotch I had ever had, and just as potent. I swirled the tip of my tongue around her clit, went in closer so I could tug the tender flesh between my teeth all while keeping an eye on her to make sure she was still fondling her breasts. Her grip had tightened the more I worked her over and I could see that she was shaking and panting. She stilled one time, just the barest pause in her motion, and I immediately lifted my head and pulled my fingers out of her. She screamed a profanity at me, and I think if I hadn’t had her splayed wide open, she would’ve tried to kick me in the face. I just watched her until she pinched the obviously sensitive peaks, making her gasp and twist in my hands.

I rewarded her by humming in approval against her little center of desire and watched as it forced her higher and higher into the ether of passion. Her hips were all the way off the bed now and I had to slide a hand underneath her backside to keep her level with my mouth. I licked and nibbled. I stroked in and out. I petted her and did exactly what I told her I was going to do—I ate her up like she was my last meal. Her legs quivered alongside my head, her hands moved frantically over her own flesh, and she watched me like she was hypnotized by what we were doing.

I could see the instant it all became too much for her to handle. I saw her mouth drop open in a silent scream. I watched as her hands lost their grip on her firm flesh falling uselessly to her sides as she suddenly crested and broke into a million pieces of pleasure on my tongue. Her inner walls pulled at my fingers as she vibrated and shattered against me. Her legs clamped around my ears in a desperate bid to hold on to the sensation, and all I could think as she whispered my name over and over again was that she was the sweetest victory I had ever tasted. This was one debt I would never, ever complain about paying off.

I smoothed my hands along the outsides of her legs and gently set them back down on the edge of the bed and rose back to my feet. She was breathing shallow but her eyes were open and locked on me, slightly dazed but full of contentment and residual passion. I worked my belt open and motioned to the nightstand.

“My turn.” She reached out an arm and I heard things clattering around in the drawer until she returned with a foil packet.

She pushed herself up so that she was sitting right in front of me and eye level with the instant erection that was now popping out of the open fly of my jeans. She worked the fabric down over my ass and then fisted my cock and rubbed her hand up and down. It made me grunt and thrust into her grip unconsciously. I liked that she wasn’t afraid to be a little handsy and rough. She let go and rolled the latex down the shaft with quick and efficient motions. Then she leaned forward and kissed me right above the light dusting of blond hair that led to my groin.

“I love taking turns.” She rubbed her cheek against my hip, which had her silky hair twining around my dick. It was an unbelievable sensation. I threaded my fingers through her hair and bent down so I could kiss her again. We tasted like sex and always.

When I pulled back she was smiling up at me and tugging me down as she scooted back just enough to give me room to fall into her. Now those spiked heels were digging into my lower back and her breasts were flat against my chest as I buried myself as deeply inside of her as I could go. I kissed her one more time and started to move. She was already slick and supple, so I didn’t bother to take it easy on her. I pounded into her, I rode her hard, and between the way she responded and the bite of her shoes into my back, it didn’t take long until I was ready to release all the coiled-up pleasure inside of me into her. I hitched one of her legs up higher on my side, buried my face in the side of her neck, and drove into her welcoming heat over and over again. Her hands were in my hair and her breath was uneven in my ear. As soon as I felt the tiniest flutter race along the sides of my dick, I was done. I felt my fingers bite into her hips hard enough to bruise and muttered incoherently as she followed me into utter bliss a second later. In a true dickhead move I hadn’t even worried about getting her there again, because once I was inside her, all I could do was chase down all the amazing things she made me feel. She made me sex stupid just by being her.