West

“Mmm,” I growl as two of my fingers twist and pump inside Piper’s cunt while my tongue laps her clit. “You taste so fucking good.”

The whiskers of my beard are dripping with her wetness, and I feel even more of it on the end of my nose.

I want to wash my face with her.

And I’m going to. Before I leave this house, I’ll make sure I have her all over me, so if I want a taste later, I can have it. That is, unless my wife throws me in the shower. But knowing how dirty Tilly is, she’ll probably take a sample, which might buy me a few hours before I have to soap Piper off my skin.

“Ah,” she groans. “Yes, just like that.”

I open my eyes and watch her grind the top of her head into the pillow, her back arching, her nipples so goddamn hard that they look painful.

I reach up and give one a quick squeeze, and she lets out the sound I’m after.

“I told you, it would only take a finger,” I hiss.

She leans her head forward and glares down at me. “I’ll scream again; just don’t you dare stop.”

Demanding. I like it.

But she has no reason to worry; my mouth isn’t going anywhere. Besides kissing hers, this is the only other place I want to be. And, even though I’m buried in it, I still can’t get enough of her pussy.

Of her.

Of that feeling that consumes me whenever I’m with her.

Each time, it gets better. Not just the sex, but also that feeling.

I don’t know what it is. What it’s called. I don’t know what it fucking means.

But I know I don’t want to let it go.

And that I only want more of it.

I pull my mouth away so that I can sweep her clit using the tip of my tongue in hard, fast strokes. Her hips lift. Her nails dig into my scalp. I’m starting to learn her sounds and movements and what each of them means. So, I know it’ll only take a few more seconds until she’s quivering beneath me.

But there’s no reason to rush this.

We have hours, and I intend to use all of them.

“West…”

“Yesss.” I drag out the word, my lips vibrating over hers, causing her to moan.

“What are you doing to me?”

“I’m licking your pussy.”

She leans up on her elbows, and as she shakes her head, her already sexed up hair falls into her face, making her look even more ravaged and gorgeous. “That’s not what I mean.”

I know what she means, but it isn’t time for that conversation. I need to bring her back to the moment and away from the feelings she’s been hinting at since yesterday.

My mouth leaves her just long enough to find my jeans. Once I locate the condoms I stuffed in my pockets earlier, I slip off the used one and roll on a new one. Then, my tongue finds her clit again, but instead of fingering her pussy, I move further around until I reach her ass, teasing just around the hole.

“Oh my God,” she gasps.

Her stare is so hungry; it looks like she wants to devour me.

“Have you had this before?”

“No.”

“No?” I roar.

A virgin ass. Oh hell, the things I’m going to do to it the next time we’re together, like make sure she’s reminded of me when she tries to sit for the first time.

“Not even a finger?”

“Not even a finger.”

“Damn it, Piper.” I spit on her hole and continue rubbing my finger around it. “You’re more innocent than I thought.”

Her legs shake each time I touch the puckered edge.

“I’m going to give you a taste of what it feels like. Just a small one. We’ll start slow.”

“I want that taste.” She pauses, and I know she isn’t done talking, but she’s struggling with what she wants to say.

Her head’s still in that place—fighting between how good I’m making her feel and the words she wants to speak.

When she asked me earlier why I hadn’t replied to her text, I told her that her feelings were reality, and there was nothing we could do about them. I played it careful, twisting in a semicircle, like I was trying to get out of a defensive hold.

The truth is, we both know there’s a lot we could do about our feelings. But, for now, it’s best not to say anything.

We just have to hold on to what we have, and that’s the hours we spend swinging, the moments I see her running on the beach, and the flirty texts she sends during the day.

Shit, have I taken the texts too far?

Probably.

But neither of us has really done anything wrong yet.

“Piper,” I growl.

It takes her several seconds to respond, “Yes.”

“Do you want me to make you feel good?”

I place my thumb on her clit and hover my finger right above her hole, softly touching it and then immediately pulling back. She clenches every time my skin lands on her.

“You mean, things can actually feel better than this?”

I nod, but the sound that comes out of me reinforces it.

“Then, yes, pl—” She gasps as I insert the tip of my finger. “Oh. Ohhh.”

I start slow, working that narrow hole, going in to my knuckle and pulling back to my nail. “Fuck, you’re tight.”

She moans during each plunge, rocking into my hand, as if she can’t get enough.

“You like how it feels when I’m inside your ass?”

“Yes,” she breathes. “More, West. I want more.”

I replace my thumb with my tongue and draw circles over her clit, watching as the build begins to consume her.

She drops her weight off her elbows and grips my hair as a demand comes bursting through her lips, “Please don’t stop. I’m so close.”

I know, baby. I can feel how close you are. But what I can’t tell you is how I want your cum on my tongue every fucking day. And what I’m doing to you is the same thing you’re doing to me.

I’m not licking some random cunt that my wife brought home to hook up with. This is a pussy I want to worship. I care if Piper gets off, if she’s completely satisfied. When I go back to my place later this evening, I want Piper to feel that sweet ache all night and think about what I did to cause it. I want her to crave me. And, when her husband tries to get her off, I want her to remember what it sounds like when she screams my name. Why I’m slipping into her thoughts because she sure as fuck slips into mine.

Her ass becomes even tighter, and when I drive a finger into her pussy, I feel that contract around my knuckle, too.

“Ah!” she yells.

I pump both holes and keep my eyes on her while I lick, so I can see the orgasm take ahold of her.

And, Jesus, does she look beautiful when it does.

She shouts louder than I’ve ever heard her, her whole body now quivering and her claws stabbing the hell out of me.

“West!” she screams again, a second round of spasm shaking her. “Oh my God, West.”

“Yes, baby,” I groan as she finally stills.

What I just saw wasn’t enough. I need more screaming, more digging of her nails, more orgasms.

I glance down as my cock touches the entrance of her pussy. “Don’t tell me you need a second.”

“I—”

I don’t wait for her to respond before thrusting straight in. She’s still clenching from coming, and it keeps me locked inside her, nice and tight.

“Fuck, Piper.”

She sits up and wraps her arms around my neck, and then I lift her and sit on the end of the bed with her straddling my waist.

“You want to ride me?”

“Yes,” she moans. “And I want to keep going until my throat is too sore to scream.”

I grab the back of her head and pull until her lips are on mine. “Say it again. This time, in my mouth. I want to know what those words taste like.”