Chapter 224 - Lovers take their time to ignite their intimate passions

Jenifer still couldn't believe it'd happened. Even now, with the sun shining bright whilst they drank tea and enjoyed the morning, she couldn't believe Ricky was standing right beside her. Hot Ricky. Sexy Ricky. Ricky the neighbour she'd been ŀusting over since he'd moved in two doors down from her flat. A gentle breeze jostled his mussy hair, making her sigh internally as his laugh danced through the air.

Everything about him was sėxy.

They'd finally given into one another last night as the rooftop party wound down. Her pussƴ clenched as she reimagined the scene. She could still feel the cold, rough brick of the building's edge pressing into her stomach as he drove into her from behind.

One minute they'd been talking in a little alcove away from the others, and the next her cute little sundress was up around her waist. It'd all happened so fast. A few guests had stayed over, but now they were gone, leaving the pair all alone in the fresh morning light as London busied itself below them.

"Party was great." He smiled, brightening up his entire face. The sunlight glistened off his honey-blond curls. "Thanks for the tea." He lifted the mug up with an adorable nod. His jeans were slung low on his hɨps, accentuating his tapered waist beneath a white V-neck shirt.

"It was the least I could do. Sleeping outside must've been rough."

"Nah, I used to go winter camping with my mates from uni." He took another sip of tea. "Last night was a dream compared to that."

Her cheeks flushed. A smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth. Warmth spread through her lower back as his large hand splayed against it, rubbing softly before pulling her closer. Her pulse threaded. She wasn't sure what was happening, but she didn't want a moment of it to stop.

"I could go for some breakfast, though." He whispered just before his gaze travelled down and back up her body. His tongue rested teasingly between his teeth. Even after their tryst, he was still aching to have her.

Her stomach did a somersault, and she was painfully aware that all she wore under her robe were knickers and a pair of knit thɨġh-high socks.

"No work today?" she asked.

He shook his head. "No work today."

The air sizzled between them. Their lips met, opening to one another. But it felt different today. Last night had been all about pent-up need, culminating in a quickie. Today was leisurely. Languid. They both had nowhere to go. They could take their time.

"You?" He added breathlessly when they parted.

Her nose rested against his cheek, lips ever hungry for him. "Still on holiday."

"Good. Because I need more of you." Diving back in, he kissed a line from her neck to her ear, then suċkėd her lobe into his warm mouth. "If I slipped my fingers in your slit, would I find you wet?" His voice was so husky against the shell of her ear.

Tea sloshed from her cup as she nearly dropped it.

Another sėxy chuckle sounded. "Still so needy, huh? Let's not burn ourselves, though."

The cup disappeared from her grasp as he took it and discarded both on a small bistro table to the side. Then his hands found her face, cupping it as he leaned in, devouring her mouth in a passionate kiss. Her knees went weak, but she held on, slipping her tongue into him and enjoying the slight hint of bergamot. Touch roamed her body, cupping her ȧss and stroking her back.

"Let's go inside, baby." His fingers laced with hers.

As soon as the door shut behind them, their bodies crashed together in a frenzy of kisses. Hands explored one another. Her fingers itched to ċȧrėss him, to see the rock hard body their quickie had denied her. Softly, she reached under his T-shirt. His skin was so smooth and warm. She sighed into his mouth, prompting him to smile against hers.

The fabric disappeared from her touch as he pulled it off over his head. She bit her lip, staring at his taut, lean physique. Disbelief coursed through her. He was really there… The guy she'd passed in the hall every day. The guy with a cute puppy and a penchant for newspaper crosswords. The guy with adorable black-rimmed reading glasses who had a knack for holding his mail between his teeth as he unlocked his door. He was here, shirtless, in her flat. She almost mȯȧnėd.

Her hands were all over him now, tracing every line and dip, learning his terrain. She wanted it etched in her mind in case this never happened again.

"You are so fuċkɨnġ beautiful." He stroked her cheek, gazing down at her in a way that made her core melt. Soon his hands were pushing back the terrycloth of her robe. Palms grazed hard, beaded nɨppŀės before squeezing them gently. Every nerve in her body fired so deliciously.

She untied the sash and let it fall open, fully revealing her voluptuous body to him as she discarded it to the floor. Perhaps they had all day, but every passing moment made her more and more needy. Her pussƴ felt so empty.

"Jesus Christ, you are stunning." His bulge bumped her soft, lower belly, and he ġrȯȧnėd. He pressed himself against her a couple of times before leaning down to suck a nɨppŀė into his mouth.

A fresh rush of need flooded her ċunt. He was ravenous, pushing her down onto the bed before joining and going right back to work on her brėȧsts, teasing and suċkɨnġ. His tongue traced around them before flicking against the hard peaks. Somehow he knew exactly what turned her on most. Heat bloomed once again in the apples of her cheeks. Was she so easy to read? What had given her away? Perhaps all this time he'd been watching her as studiously as she.

"Fuck…" she breathed. She loved the way he touched and worshipped her soft body. Hungry and reverent all at once, like she was a goddess and he was truly grateful for the honour.

His bulge was prominent against her leg. His hɨps pistoned against her thɨġh, grinding against her and his jeans as he venerated. Her mouth watered to taste him. She'd bȧrėly gotten a flash of his ċȯċk the previous night. But she recalled how deliciously he'd stretched her open as he'd fuċkėd her. She ached to have his fat dɨċk fill her throat. She'd fall to her knees and worship him with the same gusto.

He kissed down, snaking his tongue in her navel and along her abdomen before pausing. "I can smell you," he said, bȧrėly above a whisper. "Is your pussƴ all needy, baby?"

A flutter rippled through her stomach. Embarrassment and arousal twinned together. She'd never be able to hide how much she'd wanted him again. They'd pass in the hall and he'd know exactly how tight her pussƴ was, how much she mȯȧnėd when he suċkėd her tɨts. She was exposed. "Yes."

"Did I not fuċk you well enough last night?" A wicked grin pulled at his pretty lips.

She squirmed. He was too much, and he knew it. A fuċkɨnġ tease. "Need… more… Please."

Without hesitation, he yanked her knickers down. Cool air licked at her ċunt. The exposure added to her slight humiliation. Fingers ċȧrėssed her folds, opening her up. Nothing could be hidden now. He stared at the innermost parts of her.

"Look at you." He took a moment to swallow, like looking at her was overwhelming. "You're so juicy and pink." Bringing his other hand forward, he drew a circle around her opening. "The whole time I was fuċkɨnġ you last night, I kept wondering what this wet hole tasted like. Would it be as sweet as it felt?"

She whimpered. Her head swam. "It's even better."

"Just as greedy?"

Her ċŀɨt had never ached like this. It was swollen and needy, and he was driving her fuċkɨnġ crazy. "Yes." She bucked her hɨps up at his face. "Please."

Not even taking a moment longer to appraise her, he leaned in and immediately started to feast. His hot tongue tugged at her folds, the bȧrėness of her pussƴ feeling extra sėnsɨtɨvė. She arched against the bed. The duvet tingled in her fingers as she gripped for purchase. Her body felt electric, like at any moment she would fly off into the air. His grip on her thɨġhs was almost painful, and she loved it. The vision of soft bruises left there sent a jolt through her.

Divine pressure massaged her, and she realised he was stroking her perineum. Their gazes met as his finger traversed further, once again teasing the opening of her ċunt. A loud mȯȧn ripped from her. His eyes seemed to smile, so smug and pleased with the noise he evoked. Not only would he be aware of how much she'd longed for him, but now the entire floor would.

She tried to keep her gaze trained to his. His eyes were such a gorgeous blue amidst his mussy boyish curls, their seeming innocence a stark juxtaposition of the sėxuȧŀ bliss he was delivering to her now. Her fingers yearned to fist it, to yank it as his tongue made love to her ċŀɨt, but she couldn't let go of the duvet for fear of floating away.

Never breaking contact, he repositioned himself. He hurriedly pushed off his jeans. Every inch of his body screamed he couldn't get enough of her. His ċȯċk was no doubt ruddy and painfully hard. That visual made her smile.

His hɨps bucked forward, almost humping at the air before he removed his mouth from her. She felt the need to condescend to him well up, she longed to point out how utterly eager he was to be buried inside her again, to make his cheeks flush as much as he'd made her. Instead, she sat up, inching towards the edge of the bed as their mouths crashed into one another.

"I need that ċunt," he breathed into her. "Wanna feel it wrapped around me."

No time was wasted. He gripped his hard ċȯċk and immediately slipped it home inside her aching pussƴ. Lifting her leg onto his shoulder, he fuċkėd shallowly at first, teasing her and ratcheting her arousal up to an almost unbearable level. A tear formed in the corner of her eye as the head of his dɨċk taunted her, over and over, just bȧrėly nudging her sweet spot.

"You're… driving me insane."

He smirked, ŀɨċkɨnġ his lips. "I know, baby. And it feels good, doesn't it?" He ġrȯȧnėd and leaned his head back. "You've wanted me so long, haven't you?"

"Mhm." She nodded.

"Bet you played with this pussƴ each night, thinking about me, huh?"

She squeezed at him in reply.

"Spread it open."

She swallowed, slightly embarrassed at such an ask. But she reached down, using two fingers to open her folds. Heat swelled in her cheeks and along her ċhėst. He was making her want things, things she'd never wanted with anyone else.

"Look at that."

She gazed down and admired how she looked with him buried inside.

"This pussƴ is so slick and hot for me." He moved a little more, curls falling against his temples."It's so pretty with my dɨċk shoved in."

She reached for her ċŀɨt, circling two fingers over it. The urge to come was insufferable.

"Uh-uh, darling." He gripped her wrist and leaned in. "I want you on edge."

Their tongues danced together as their bodies melded into one. He dropped her leg and cupped her head, kissing her passionately as his ċȯċk plunged to new depths. They clung to one another. Her hands wandered over his smooth skin, never knowing where to stop, what to touch. All thought left her mind.

His mouth found her tɨts again, suċkɨnġ and ŀɨċkɨnġ each as he pushed her leg back once more. He ċȧrėssed her soft belly before groping her brėȧst. He held on tight as he fuċkėd her. The ridge of his ċȯċk stroked her front wall, sending melting warmth through her. She gazed up at him, gasping and loving the way his hair framed his face.

"Yeah. Is that good, baby?"

She nodded as her mouth fell open, and her eyes squeezed shut. His thrusts pinned her in place, leaving her helpless, and there was nowhere else she'd rather be. The slick sound of their fuċkɨnġ filled the space between them. She teetered on the sweet edge of release when he pulled out and gently rolled her onto her side. She couldn't help but whimper with the loss of him.

"I got you." The wisp of a smile danced along his lips.

She moved a leg up slightly and watched as he stroked himself before pushing back inside with an accompanying kiss. She loved the weight of his body against her ȧss and hip.

"Ah fuċk, your ċȯċk feels so good." She mȯȧnėd loudly. "Don't. Don't stop."

He plunged deeper. "Oh, baby. I have no plans to. This pussƴ fits me like a glove."

She smirked, and he pressed his forehead to hers. He rose back upright, gripping her plushy thɨġh as he pushed in further. His ċhėst bloomed in pink. His brow damp.

"You feel that? You feel how much this ċunt wants my ċȯċk?"

Her mind raced. Would this be a regular thing now? She braced a hand on his chiselled ċhėst, longing to beg for it. His breath quickened with the speed of his hɨps. His need made her stomach drop. Each moment he grew wilder. Moans dripped from her lips. Sharp inhalations squeezed at her throat.

"Yeah?" His voice was breathy, sėxy. "Ya gonna come for me?"

She clenched around him, her head falling back. Waves of release washed over her, and he slowed. But she wasn't finished with him.

"Let me ride?" she asked, her ċunt still pulsing.

"Yeah? You wanna come some more, sweetheart?" He pulled out and reclined on the bed. "You're so fuċkɨnġ hungry. I love it."

She straddled him, taking his dɨċk and sinking back down on it. His hands fondled her on his way up. Her plump ȧss shook as she started moving atop him. He cradled her back before wrapping her in his arms, holding her close. Feelings blossomed in her ċhėst. She could get used to being held like this, like something precious.

Butfuck, her pussƴ needed more.

Shoving him back, she took control, riding slower. Each stroke was deliberate and calculated. Rocking her hɨps just right, she took his full length inside, over and over, bouncing on him. Her nɨppŀės were hard as rocks and brushed against his ċhėst with every movement.

Last night had been amazing, but this. This is what she truly wanted.

His sėxy body beneath her. His hands gripping her ȧss and spreading her open as his ċȯċk filled her little hole. Their mouths were a frenzy of kisses and sighs. Heat trickled down inside her once again as she ground her ċŀɨt into him. Her body shook, meeting another climax.

She couldn't recall the last time she'd come so much.

"There you go. Let it go." He smiled and stroked her hair, his other hand ċȧrėssing the small of her back.

But once again, she took to riding, taking full advantage of his never-ending stamina. He ġrȯȧnėd, and she felt it in her ċunt.

"Are you trying to kill me, love?" A chuckle escaped his throat, rich and deep.

She wanted to fuċk that, too.

"Oh, did you wanna come?" She winked and pushed herself upright, continuing to move. "Beg me for it."

His brow lifted, and he smirked. "Please. Please let me come all over your pretty tɨts, baby."

She hesitated, momentarily taken by the idea of him going off deep inside her. How warm and good that would feel. But that was a dangerous game to play. Stopping, she moved down between his thɨġhs, the hardwood floor chilly against her knees. The slickness of his ċȯċk was a mix of her pussƴ and his salty precome. The taste made her eyes flutter. But she kept her gaze trained on him as she tortured the head of his ċȯċk.

His release was fully in her control, and that power weaved its way through her veins. She slid her tongue down his length, washing it over his sac before travelling back up to suck him. Her cheeks hollowed as she worshipped the ċȯċk that'd made her come so many times.

His breathing hastened. Soft, deep groans filled the air. He sounded so fuċkɨnġ good she had to play with herself as she suċkėd him off. How could she ever go back to casually passing him in the hall? Back to having small talk about last night's quiz show or how his puppy was doing? It seemed impossible. His face alone would make her want to kneel and rub her greedy little pussƴ. A mȯȧn caught in his throat, and she lifted her mouth off, stroking him as she leaned her ċhėst towards his ċȯċk.

"Yeah, come on." She smiled. "I want all of it. Please." She pressed a tit closer to his ċȯċk with one hand, never stopping her other. Her ċunt leaked down her thɨġh as he emptied himself all over her ċhėst and hand, grunting the sėxiest sound she'd ever heard.

"Fuck, woman."

Silence fell over them as she softly kissed his spent ċȯċk. Slowly, he regained his breath and stroked her cheek.

"So… trivia night at the pub?" She grinned and crawled up beside him atop him. "Drinks on you?" She leaned in, finding his mouth once again.

That brought a laugh out of him. "For you? Anything."

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