Page 60 of Tight Ends & Tiaras
I knead her muscles in an outward direction. It gives me a great view of her sweet, wet pussy, and her other tight little hole that glistens with the massage oil.
“Jesus, Ben.” She buries her head in her arms and arches, offering up her beautiful ass to me.
“You want more?”
“Whatever you got.”
Got plenty for you, I think as I glance down at my raging erection that’s leaving a damp spot against the fabric of my sweatpants.
As much as I love the arch of her back and the way it puts her incredible body on display, she can’t be comfortable. I’m guessing only porn makes this position seem doable. I grab a pillow and tuck it under her hips.
She turns her face back toward me, giving me a surprised smile.
“No sense in working out all the kinks only to give you neck cramps.”
“Did I say we were only doing this for vacation?” she teases.
“We can do this whenever you want.”
The words come out of me before I can stop them. Except I don’t wanna take them back. I’ll worry about what we’re talking about tomorrow because I can’t leave my girl hanging like this.
I drizzle a little more oil between her thighs and watch it coat all of that plump skinthat I’m dying to lick.
With a feather-light touch, I graze her sweet pussy. The moan that rips from her almost has me forgoing my promise to go slow. Except only douchebags rush to the end.
And honestly? I don’t remember ever spending this kind of quality time on a woman. A situation I mean to rectify moving forward. Because this is hot as fuck.
I massage the innermost part of her thighs that are spread open for me and press those lips together.
A choked sound leaves her.
“Feel good?”
“Sooo good.”
She wiggles her ass at me again, and I laugh. Before I can stop myself, I lean down and take a bite of one round cheek.
A gasp and then laughter spills from her.
I lick that spot to soothe the pinch of pain that might linger. “Delicious. You’re like a ripe apple.”
Inspired, I make myself comfortable between her spread legs and then lick the skin I was just working over before I sink one finger and then two into her swollen pussy.
Christ, she’s so wet. So warm. I watch my fingers tunnel in and out of her while she squirms.
“Hold still.” I clamp my arm over her lower back and take a moment to appreciate the beautiful sight in front of me.
Sienna is spread out like a decadent dish. Hair disheveled. Breath panting. Legs splayed with my two thick fingers sunk deep inside her.
“Baby, I’m gonna be dreaming about this when I’m old and gray.”
She laughs again, a husky sound that makes me wanna bite her ass again.
But before she says anything, I get back to work. And then I press my thumb against her asshole.
“Fuck, Ben. Fuck.”
“Don’t you dare come yet. I need to lick that pussy.” I use the same voice I do on the field when we’re barking orders at each other and trying to stay focused.
