I Heard You, Baby

6

Ross felt like beating his chest at that last challenge she had thrown out there. Ah, but Letticia would never make it easy for him would she? He hid his smile against the sinuous mounds of her ass. He loved the large, firm butt; loved to watch, to imagine himself deep inside. He rubbed his cheek against it, not ready to let it go but knowing he had work to do and little time. With a sigh he had to pull himself away and drop to a little lower.

Her scent was soft and sweet, beckoning him to take a little taste. Pulling her legs open wider, Ross swiped his tongue against her slightly parted vaginal lips, flicking her clit a bit before retreating. Letticia's groan of protest made him smile, but he was on a mission. She said she wanted him to show her he was the man hadn't she?

"Seems I have me a pretty little pussy here." Ross made sure each breath for his words caressed the hard little nub poking out in search of attention.

A shiver went straight through her to hit him even though he wasn't touching her now.

"Damn it, Ross, touch it, kiss it – do something!"

"You might want to keep your voice down, sugar," he reminded her with a rueful grin. "We don't want to be interrupted now do we?"

He didn't give her time to process his statement. He buried his head in between her thighs, this time stabbing his tongue deep inside her honeyed center, using his fingers to lightly pinch her clit.

"Yeah, yeah, just like that," Letticia encourage, rocking her hips against his face.

Ross would have howled in triumph, but his mouth was pleasantly occupied at the moment. Her taste was beyond intoxicating. He couldn't get enough of her sweet cream exploding on his taste buds. He licked her like a big old cat, swirled his tongue all around to experience every nuance. He sucked, used his lips to pull on her labia, then finally thrust two thick fingers inside.

Damn, he loved the way she rode his fingers! Her sweet pussy sucked him inside, holding him in a grip every bit as tight as a closed fist. It was going to be one hell of a tight fit, but he was down for the job. When her breathing started to get erratic and her movements more frantic, he pulled away, smiling at her irritable whine.

"Damn it, Ross!"

She panting, her chest heaving as she glared down at him.

"What's wrong, baby? Cat lost its tongue?"

Vaulting to his feet, he pulled the hellcat to him, lifting her as he stomped over to the desk. He sat her on the edge, pulling her thighs apart as he looked at his prize. Like milk chocolate coated by pink cotton candy, all glistening at him, it was begging him for more. Demanding he make the poor pussy feel good.

"Shit, that looks so fucking good!" He didn't bother to resist diving back in, consuming as much as he possibly could.

"Oh, shit, Ross! I'm going to come!"

Hell, yeah! Ross wanted every fucking drop in his mouth. He clamped down, sucking as her body convulsed. Her whimper of ultimate surrender was muffled, as she bit her lip. His cock throbbed and bobbed in his pants looking at the gorgeous sight she made. Her head was thrown back, her eyes tightly shut. He wanted her mouth on his, her nails digging into his skin.

"How was that?" he grinned as he stood, his hands going to the buttons of her blouse.

Now that he had her attention, it was time to get down to business. A low groan escaped as the beautiful brown creamy mounds of her breast came into view. Her nipples were so hard they were poking completely out of the lace bra. His hands cupped the round, plentiful melons, freeing them from their binds.

Ross drank in the way she arched her back, pressing the supple flesh into his hands as he molded, pinched, and finally sucked on the nubbins insolently pointing at him.

"Damn it, Ross, I need more!" Letticia panted, her body squirming underneath his onslaught.

"Need more of what, sugar?" Ross cocked a brow as he looked down at her flushed face. It was subtle, just a hint of deep red underneath the even cocoa skin. "You know I am just a poor little Marine. You are gonna have to spell it out for me."