Page 65 of Love Expert

“This feels so naughty.” She hitches one leg over my shoulder, gripping my hair and using me for balance. “So naughty.”

“Not naughty yet. Not till you come on my face.” I slip two fingers into her wet heat and pin her to the door. Like a fucking seatbelt, I press my forearm to her belly and hold her in place. Curling my fingers back, I draw her first gushing release into my mouth, guzzling every drop and nipping at her clit to keep her suspended on the peak of her pleasure. “Cream on me, Magnolia. Fucking explode till you’ve got nothing left.”

“Billy…” She rides my face, desperately demanding more, and tugs my hair until my scalp stings. “Oh, God,” she groans. “Please don’t stop. Please don’t let this be some cruel joke where you stop right before I come again.”

I laugh against her pulsing clit, suckling the tip between my lips and digging my fingers into her hungry core. “I would never. Kinda wish we had a bed now, though. I wanna lie down while you sit on my face and smother me to death.”

“Next time.” She cries out and fills my palm a second time. Her body jerks, her hips twitch, and her pussy crushes my fingers.

But she said there would be a next time.

“I went home after that first night you were back in town. After I got to touch you all over.” I slide her other leg over my shoulder, forcing her to give me her weight, then I drag my tongue from her asshole to her clit, lapping her deliciousness into the back of my throat. “I laid in my bed, thought of you, and made myself come.”

I slip my tongue into her asshole and tremble all over as she comes. Like a fucking hydrant, she comes hard, squeezing my fingers and tongue, tightening her legs like she thinks she could stop this runaway train, then she rolls her hips and begs for more.

“Every time we argue, I go home, grab my cock, and curse your fuckin’ name, Magnolia Sava. You’re the most infuriatingly divine human being I’ve ever had the pleasure and pain of missing. You done?”

“No.” She fists my hair, wrenches my head back, and grins for the ten excruciatingly long seconds it takes for my eyes to clear. “Not finished until you’re finished.”

“Mm.” I drop my hand and unbuckle my belt, unsnapping my jeans and slipping my palm into my boxers. “You wanna see me pull my cock? It’d be even better than when I’m home alone thinking about you.” I squeeze my dick hard enough to steal the air from my lungs. But then I start moving, gliding from the head to the base. “Fuck,” I groan. “It’ll be so much better, because I still have your flavor on my tongue.”

“No.” She slides her left foot to the floor, carrying her own weight once more, then she lowers her right. “Not alone. Not without me.”

“Magnolia—”

“If you wondered what kissing me would be like, then I bet you wondered about other things too, right?” She pushes me back far enough to clear the space between the door and my body, then she saunters across the bathroom and stops in front of the sink. With her skirt around her hips, her sinfully long legs on full display, and enough ass cheek to make me bleed for her, she sets her hands on the lip of the cabinet, folds at the hips, and glances seductively over her shoulder. “I want all of it, Billy.”

Nibbling on her bottom lip, she reaches between her legs and slips two fingers inside her pussy, moaning as her toes curl and her ass lifts. She’s my feast; I just have to take it. “Quick,” she whimpers. “This feels a bit like Cinderella at her ball. Once our time is up, we might fight again. I don’t wanna walk out of this room until I know what we could really feel like.”

“Fuck.” I scramble to my feet, skidding and struggling for traction on the smooth tiles, then I run at her, like a fucking beast in the wild, with just as much finesse and none of the delicacy she deserves. I crush my cock against her ass and trade her fingers for my own. “You want me to fuck you, Magnolia?”

She quivers, meeting my eyes in the mirror and dropping her chin in confirmation. “Yes, please.”

“Please?” My heart sprints away from me. My soul. My entire existence balances on a tight wire, where falling means death, andnot fallinghurtles me toward insanity. “You’re begging me, Magnolia?” I fuck her mercilessly with my fingers, drawing her to her peak and thrilling in the gush of fluid filling my palm and dribbling along her legs. “Say it again. Say all the words.”

“The bit about Cinderella?”

I smack her creamy ass and groan as her cunt squeezes me extra tight. “Not about Cinderella. And you know it.”

“About how I want you to fuck me?” She braces against the sink, her chest touching porcelain, and her hands wrapped around the faucet for stability. “I want you to fuck me, Billy.” Her eyes meet mine in the mirror, golden and dark. Shadowed and mine. “Please.”

“Yeah, baby.” I reach back for my wallet, flipping the leather open and searching, searching… searching for a condom I don’t have on me. “Fuck.”

“What’s wrong?”

I press my hand to the back of her neck and pin her in place. Stealing my fingers from her pussy, I wrench Ramone’s top drawer open and hit the jackpot.

I snatch a strip of condoms from a shamefully large pile, tear the firstone off, and drop the rest back where they came from. Trapping the top corner of the foil packet between my teeth, I rip it open and spit the trash to the floor. “Don’t move.” I push my jeans down and free my cock, pre-cum hanging from the tip and dripping to her luscious ass. My hips jut forward, desperate to be inside her. Frantic to feel her. I roll the condom on and drag the rubber all the way to the base of my cock. “I want your hands to stay around that faucet.” I slip my fingers into her pussy, surprising her forward with a cry, so I fist her hair and yank her back again. “It might hurt a little. You ready?”

“Yes,” she pants breathlessly. “Yes, I’m ready.”

“One time. Like we’ll never get this again?”

Her cheeks burn a delicious red as I set the tip of my cock against her asshole. She panics for a beat, her eyes widening, but then I grin and drag it a little lower and stop her at starving cunt.

“I hope we get this again.” I nudge inside just an inch, three quarters of an inch, and already, I feel the pressure of her tight pussy. “I know it’s not proper to say so, Magnolia Sava, but I wondered about more than your pussy.” I rock my hips forward and steal a little more. “Fuck.” I grit my teeth and stare into her eyes. Her pouty lips hang forward, her veins swollen against her neck. Her slouchy sweater robs me of my chance to see her, so I push the fabric along her back and expose her impossibly long, tantalizingly trim back, the smattering of freckles lining her spine, and a single scar marking her otherwise perfect skin, just two inches below her left shoulder blade.

“You ready? I’m gonna take the rest of you now. No more slow intrusion.”