7

I stay on the floor, keeping my hands on her legs, with no intention of going anywhere besides inside her pussy again. “You’ve got two minutes.” She tries closing me out, but my fingers keep her thighs pried open. “Three then.”

“At least four. And I need a drink. My throat is killing me after all that screaming.”

Now that I’ve swallowed her, my mouth is dry as hell, and I can use one, too. So, I go into the kitchen and stand in front of the fridge. “Wine?”

“Yesss.”

I pour her a glass, grab a beer for myself, and go back to the couch. She turned on a lamp while I was gone, and now, a blanket covers her legs.

She reaches for the glass and says, “Remember that plan I mentioned the day we arrived in Florida? When we were in the ocean?”

That was the day I tried putting my cock in her ass, which is the only reason I remember the conversation.

I set the beer on the coffee table and get on my knees, feeling for her legs over the blanket and shoving them apart. “You can tell me while I lick.”