There were times when Pearl didn’t need to speak—I could see the answer right in her eyes. That happened now as I told her I was going to carry her to my bed unless she stopped me. Desire was pooling in her stare, her breathing labored, her body responding to every shift of my fingers.
That was more than enough to tell me what she wanted.
The problem was that it would take me too long to bring her into my bedroom.
I needed to touch her now.
While she balanced on my lap, I found the bottom of her shirt and peeled it over her head. Underneath, she wore a black bra, her perfectly round tits tucked into the lace. I loved the way she had reacted to the flower, so as I kissed her neck, I trailed the rose behind me, letting her feel the heat from my mouth and the softness from the petals.
I moved my plate of cake out of the way and leaned her against the table, dragging the rose to the center of her tits and over the tops of them. When the bra became too restrictive, I unclasped the back, removing it from her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.
“Gorgeous,” I whispered, eventually meeting her eyes. “I can’t believe you’re mine.”
Her breathing rapidly increased, and I traced the flower around her nipple, my mouth closing in on the peak, blowing on it after I sucked. Every inch I moved across produced a sound from her lips—a pleasure-filled gasp as I went quickly and a long-drawn-out exhale when I used my tongue.
I couldn’t get enough.
I needed more of her taste, more of her body, more of her sounds, knowing they were from the way I was making her feel.
Her fingers crawled through my hair, pulling the strands as I flicked the end of her nipple. Her chest was rising and falling so fast, goose bumps covering her flushed skin. When I used my teeth, her back arched off the table as she breathed, “Ashe.”
When our eyes connected, there was an intensity in hers, even more so when I said, “I want you. Now.”
I held her against me and wrapped her legs around my waist, lifting her and carrying her through the kitchen and down the short hallway to my room. I placed the flower next to her on my bed and unbuttoned her jeans, pulling them off with her shoes. Only a pair of sexy black panties were left. I wanted full access to her body, and they would only tease me if I left them on, so I yanked those down as well.
As she lay naked, staring up at me, I started removing my clothes.
Her eyes took in each bit of skin I revealed, and when I got down to my boxers, I heard, “My God, you have a nice body.”
I smiled, stripping off the remaining piece, and joined her on the bed. Beginning where I had left off, I ran the petals down her stomach, stopping at the top of her pussy.
“Ahhh,” she breathed the second I grazed the rose across her clit. Her legs widened, letting me in, as her hands clutched the blanket beneath her. “Ashe, this feels”—she took in a long inhale—“so good.”
While I rubbed the flower across her inner thighs, my mouth moved to her clit, my nose buried in her delicious scent. I flattened my tongue and swiped the entire length, dropping the rose to give her my fingers. I circled one through her wetness before plunging it inside. I tilted my hand upward and licked her clit with hard, fast strokes.
I was surprised by how quickly her orgasm built, her moans telling me she was close. I reached up and pinched a nipple, her hips swaying with each pass of my tongue.
When I sensed her teetering on that edge, I grabbed the flower and held it between my teeth, using it to caress her clit in circles, the petals moving in horizontal and vertical patterns.
“Fuck!” she shouted, her hand tightening on my head, knees bending, toes pushing into the mattress.
As I watched her shudder, my dick throbbed—from the feel of her tightening around my finger, from her breathing, which was the only sound I could hear.
This was the sexiest sight I’d ever seen.
And it turned even hotter when she sighed, “Ashe.”
It only took one syllable, and I knew the intensity that was flowing through her body.
From me.
That thought alone was enough to make me want to come.
She began to still, and I dropped the flower and grabbed a condom from my nightstand, kissing her while I rolled it over me. Once it was secure, she clung to my neck and lifted her back, welcoming me in.
I carefully pushed through her wetness, knowing she was probably extremely sensitive at the moment, and her tightness instantly took hold of me.
“Fuck, Pearl.” My forehead pressed into hers. “You feel incredible.” I tried to breathe. “You’re so tight.” My balls were tingling from the sensation of her. “And so fucking wet.”
Her legs moved around me, her breathing now matching mine.
When I finally got all the way inside her, I pressed my lips to hers, and her moan vibrated across my mouth. With each thrust, she got wetter, she squeezed me tighter, and her back rose higher off the bed.
My body was on fire, especially as I started to move faster, stroking into her with more power. Her pussy was milking me, and while I increased my speed, moving in as deep as I could reach, I took her nipple into my mouth.
“Oh fuck.” She quivered.
The peak of her tit already so hard, I traced the circle with my tongue, sucking the middle, grazing my teeth across the tip. I moved to the other side, giving them equal attention, and just as I pulled away, I lifted her in my arms. I turned us, sitting my ass on the bed, and leaned against the back wall. I straddled her over me, making my hands free to wander across her body.
“Fuck me, Pearl,” I moaned just as her tits began to bounce in my face, her hips rocking over my cock.
She lifted as high as my crown and lowered to my base, doing that several times before she kept me fully inside and pumped me while she rotated in a circle.
I took one of her nipples into my mouth, my fingers moving to her clit, and she cried out, “Yesss,” the second I put pressure on both.
While she rode me, I took in this beautiful girl. Her lips were parted, her neck tilted back so her throat was exposed, pleasure spreading across her magnificent face. She was a stunning combination of dips and curves with long, dark hair that feathered across her soft, glowing skin.
A fucking vision unlike I’d ever seen.
When she was onstage, she was confident and brilliant and alluring. Naked, in my bed, a whole different kind of beauty radiated from her, making her ravishing.
Her neck straightened, her lips hovering just above mine as she continued to bob over me. I felt her start to tighten again, and because I was learning her body already, I knew she was getting close.
So was I.
“Faster,” I growled, keeping one hand on her clit, the other guiding her up and down.
I arched my hips, giving her the fullness of my shaft, and her sounds told me she was climbing. I took over the movements, pounding into her with more power, the momentum increasing between us.
When I felt the surge begin, my fingers bit down on her hips, and I hissed, “Pearl, I’m there.”
She kissed me and moaned, “Come with me.”
As her pussy pulsed around my dick, a wave of sensations moved through my abdomen, into my lower stomach, and through my shaft until I exploded. “Pearl …” I gripped her with the hardest strength. “Fuck.”
“Mmm, yes.” She was bucking against me, clutching me from the inside. Her wetness thickened, her sounds peaking until we reached the same calmness, our breathing the only movement that was left.
Her lips, still near me, brushed against mine before she really pressed down to kiss me. “I never knew it could feel like that.”
I took a moment to find my voice and leaned back to take in her eyes. “Sex?”
She nodded. “To experience that with someone you really care about, like I do for you.”
“It’s only going to get better.”
She smiled, her cheeks flushed, small pieces of hair sticking to them. “It’s hard to believe there’s better than that.” She ran her fingers across my lips, shaking her head as she stared at them.
I gripped her face, and right before I kissed her, I whispered, “There is … it’s called love.”