Continuation 4

Her hands in my hair, she moans my name. Her voice is breathy and needy, and makes my dick twitch. Gripping her hips, I pull her tighter. I'm on my knees, which is fitting because she completely controls me. Everything I want, I crave, begins and ends with her. I want my days to begin buried deep inside her. I want my nights to end with her in my arms. I've never considered myself a greedy man, but Ainsley has changed me, and she's what I long for the most.

Giving her ass a smack, she cries out in pleasure. All I want is to make her feel good. My sole purpose is to give her pleasure. My hands slip to her ass. There's something about a woman's hips, the curve of her ass that make a man weak. Women don't exist for a man's amusement. They are a luxury. What we desire most. We could live without them, but we don't want to. I've lived without Ainsley, but now I know I never want to do that again.

Enjoying the taste of her, I don't realize she's on the verge until her head flies back, and she screams, "Oh my God!"

Her whole body quivers, but I don't stop. I can't. I'm too greedy. Sticking my tongue deep inside again, she thrusts against me. I pull her to the sofa and lay down underneath her so she's straddling my face. But she stops moving. I don't need to see her face to know she's embarrassed. Softly, I plant feather light kisses around her folds, feeling her muscles clench.

"You're so beautiful," I say, my tongue outlining her. "And you taste fucking amazing."

"Rhett."

She tries to move, but I hold her hips firm.

I know you want this. You're open so wide."

"Oh my God!" she cries.

"Please," I beg, pushing on her ass, encouraging her again. "That's it, baby." Her hips start to move faster, and I groan, the vibration causing her to tremble. Her second orgasm rips through her, her legs give way, and she collapses on top of me.

Gently, I kiss her, and she practically jumps, but I catch her by her hips. She looks down at me and says, "I'm sorry, you can't breathe." I bust out laughing, and she grins. "I can only imagine telling Brody I killed his best friend by suffocating him with my vagina!"

My dick pulses against her. What can I say? Her crazy mind does it for me. Truthfully, there's not anything about her that doesn't get to me. She starts to slide down my body, hopefully to return the favor, but she stops, her head turned to the side.

I see we have an audience. Sadie's sitting straight up, her tongue hanging out.

"Sadie's watching us," she says.

I motion to Sadie to go away, shooing my hand at her, only she comes over to us, resting her head next to us.