Page 37 of Sweet Dreams

Her brilliant white teeth bit into her lip, stifling the moan that I could still feel vibrate through her body. “Words, Lu, I need words.”

Her smile was broad, her hands on my cock moving faster now. “Fuck yes, Z. I want it all. Every single bit.”

I rolled, pressing her into the mattress so I could loom over her with both arms braced over her shoulders. Her hands dove into my hair, fingers bumping my horns again as her legs wrapped around my hips. My cock slipped between her legs and gave me another tantalizing taste of what I'd be when I finally sunk into the sweetness of her body.

My head hung low, my cock twitching against her body, so close to where I wanted to be. But, I couldn’t have her. Not here. Fuck, this was all wrong. I had said I’d get her off. And I did. But, I couldn’t let this go much further. Not in her family’s home.

I needed to find a place. Rent a place. Fuck, anything, because I wasn’t about to be without this woman a moment longer. Not after today. Not after knowing that she wanted me too.

I kissed her hard, pressing my body against hers, letting her feel all of my weight as I rolled my hips against hers. She was so wet, so slick that I could drag my cock up and down the seam of her. I could feel the moment that my precum’s magic began to mix with her body again. My saliva, her burning hot reaction to my tongue earlier…it was blending together again, driving her higher even before I got inside her.

Her mouth parted, her tongue tangling with mine as I moved my hand low to tuck her hips up closer to mine. She broke away with a gasp as I thrust my cock up the seam of her, teasing her, the thick head brushing against the place I wanted to be more than life itself. Lulu moaned, arching her hips so that my next thrust brushed over her clit again.

“Oh my god, again,” she whimpered, before I smothered her words with my mouth. I could not let her keep talking like that. I was going to come. Fuck, I might anyway, the way her body felt against me, the way her fingers stroked over my horns as we kissed.

I shoved my own release further from my brain and focused on thrusting against her again, letting the sweet heat of her body guide me every inch of the way. Lulu’s words were soft, whispered, hushed and desperate against my mouth as we drove against each other. My salvia and cock were clearly doing exactly what they were made for, making her body draw up tight and needy against me.

It would take only one more little push and I knew I would have another opportunity to watch this beautiful woman come apart in my arms.

“Are you ready? Hm? I want to feel you soak my cock, pretty mate.”

Her body shook against me and I pushed up higher, taking my weight off of her torso so that I could reach a hand up. Then, waiting for Lulu’s eyes to find mine, I spat onto my fingers, coating my fingertips with my saliva.

Her chest rose and fell quickly, watching me as I slipped the hand between us, coating her clit before immediately fucking my cock up and down her slit. Lulu’s neck arched, her body tightening in a moment and shaking against me.

“Look at you,” I said, my hips working against her, my own release throbbing in my spine, but I held it back, “I can feel how hard you’re coming. Such a good girl.”

Her body quaked again, then Lulu slowly settled into the mattress. Her lips loose and relaxed, I felt her legs slowly winding up and down my still clothed legs.

“But, what about you?”

I chuckled, leaning down to press a kiss against her forehead. “Soon.”

“But–.”

“Lulu…trust me. You do not want to be in your grandparent’s house when I take you for the first time.”

Her mouth dropped, but after a moment Lulu slowly smiled. “Got it.”

I leaned in, kissing the tip of her nose. “Good girl. Now, I hate to say it, but we probably need to get you dressed again.”

Her brown creased, “What? Why?”

I shifted, beginning to peel myself free of her limbs. “Well, probably because your grandfather is coming up the sidewalk and I have a feeling he’s pissed.”

Chapter Twelve

Lulu

Left.

Right.

Left.

Right.

I would not wobble.