Everything I Don't Deserve/Post Malone

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"Oh sweet Jesus." He breathed out as I pulled his shirt over my head and exposed myself to him. He looked me over and dropped his head back to the pillows and squeezed his eyes shut as I giggled on top of him. I was still straddling him, now in only the pink lace thong I had slipped on this morning and it seemed to have completely melted his brain. I reached down and took his hands from my hips and placed them on my breasts as he just groaned and licked his lips. His eyes still tightly shut, he squeezed my breasts gently as I leaned over him and brushed my lips on his.

"You can open your eyes baby..." I said with a breathy laugh.

"Nope. I cannot. Not right now I can't." He said shaking his head hard. "It's too much darlin, you gotta give me a second. Eight times eight is fifty six right?" He mumbled into my mouth. I burst out laughing at him.

"Sixty four baby... you are a goof." I shook my head and sat up again, his hands still firmly attached to my chest.

"I never was the best at math, and with your goddamn nipples getting hard against my palms... well I'm fucked." He sighed and finally opened his eyes again as I rolled my hips and started trying to work his tee shirt off him. He reluctantly let go of me as I pulled his shirt over his arms and he sat up, helping me pull it from his head and holding me in his lap. He kissed me, one hand on my ass holding me firmly against him and the other pressed to my back between my shoulder blades. I was trying to push him back down on the bed. Wanting nothing more than my lips on his chest and neck but he wouldn't budge. Instead he manhandled me around flipping us so I was under him and he immediately started working his way down my body.

"I can't have you on top of me right now, laugh all you want, but last night should have let you know exactly where you have me. Just having your soft, sexy as fuck hands on me had me acting a fucking fool." He said as he made his way across my chest, sucking and kissing and already having me writhing under him just from the brush of his beard across my nipples.

"Fuck baby, you did the same thing to me."

He just laughed and slowly circled my nipple with his tongue. "Darlin you lasted a hell of a lot longer than me. Just let me take my time with you. It will be better for the both of us" he sucked my pebbled skin into his mouth as I moaned and tugged at his hair. He worked me over, slowly mapping out my body, finding every spot that made me arch my back, rake my fingernails across his back or let out a shaky moan. Several times finding places that elicited all three, like right at the crest of my shoulder, the soft skin at the top of my rib cage just under my breast, the spot just above the tiny bow on the waistband of my panties. Each time he found one he would concentrate there for a moment, like he was memorizing every reaction I had to him.

By the time he had reached my upper thighs I was spinning, already feeling drunk from his tongue and lips on my skin. The hums and greedy moans coming from him were about to drive me absolutely out of my mind.

"Fuck Austin, you tease way too much, I need more baby..." I groaned as he traced the edge of my panties with his tongue right above my tattoo.

"I feel like more is your favorite word here lately darlin." He chuckled and looked up at me, the afternoon sun streaking across the bed caught his eyes just perfectly, making them almost glow that translucent crystal blue. "Can I taste you baby?" That grit back in his voice that made me lose every ounce of strength I have. Not that I would ever fight this.

"Please, god yes." I panted gripping the cool sheets under my hands. He took a deep breath and pushed up to his knees while I quickly shimmied out of my underwear and pushed them out of the way with my feet.

He bit his lip, his shoulders rising and falling with his breath as he ran his hands down my thighs and lowered himself between them. "Fuck baby, so wet already for me, fucking amazing."