She made a sound of excited exasperation but did what I said. “Can you keep your hands there?” I asked as I sucked hard on her nipple.
“I’ll,” she groaned, “try.”
Sitting back on my heels, I looked down at her swollen, red nipples as her breasts heaved with each breath she took. Then, ever so slowly, I reached for her leggings and slowly dragged them down her legs. I tossed them to the side and almost laughed when she widened her legs.
I cupped her tits with my hands and rubbed her nipples with my thumbs. “Are you wet for me?”
“Yes.”
“Is your pussy throbbing for me?”
“Fuck, yes,” she panted.
“Do you want to come on my fingers, my tongue, or my cock?”
“I don’t care. Whatever you want. Please.”
Hooking my fingers into her panties, I pulled them down her legs, revealing her beautiful, swollen, wet cunt. I struggled to keep myself in check at the sight of her splayed out before me with her hands clasped above her head.
Extending one finger, I ran it over her soft skin, tracing the edges of her lips, teasing her, enjoying the way she panted and squirmed.
“Dice, please.”
Moving to her center, I almost groaned when her wetness coated my fingers as they slipped inside. She raised her hips, trying to push them deeper. I watched in fascination as my fingers moved in and out of her and relished in every sound she made. Only once did her hands move, but she put them right back over her head when my hand stilled, and I gave her a pointed look.
“What were you going to do with your hands?”
“Touch my clit. Maybe rub nipples.”
Watching her play with her tits while I made her come was definitely going to happen, but not yet. Using my other hand, I started massaging her clit while my other hand pumped harder.
“Dice,” she panted. “Oh, fuck. I’m going to come. Please don’t stop.”
I didn’t. I continued what I was doing and watched as she exploded. Her pussy clamped down on my fingers before pulsing with waves of pleasure as she writhed on the bed.
Before she was completely finished, I moved to my stomach and brought my mouth to her center and flicked my tongue over her sensitive bud. Her hips bucked, and she let out a small yelp of surprise but didn’t protest. I lavished her with my mouth, enjoying every second of it, until I couldn’t take it anymore.
Pulling away from her, I reached into my nightstand and pulled out a condom, holding it up for her to see. “I want more than this,” I told her. “I want you.”
“Okay,” she nodded, with flushed cheeks and eyes glazed with desire.
“You’re sure?”
“Yes,” she breathed. “I want you, too. All of you.”
With that, I stripped off the rest of my clothes, rolled the condom down my shaft, and plunged into her. The groan of utter satisfaction that escaped her matched my own.
I wanted to go slow, to savor every moment, but I couldn’t. My need for her was too strong. Before long, I was thrusting into her with everything I had, completely lost in her. When she screamed as her orgasm rolled through her, the pleasure that had been building in me reached its peak, and we found our releases together.
Sweaty and sated, I rolled to the side and pulled Daphne against me. She stayed there for a few minutes before she got up. She was almost to the bathroom door when she looked atme over her shoulder. “How long until you’re ready to do that again?”
17
DAPHNE
Despite everything else going on, I was happier than I’d been in a long time. I couldn’t explain it, but being with Dice just felt right in a way it never did with Sean. I finally understood what people meant when they referred to their partner as their other half. It felt like he was the piece that had been missing.
“Are you ready to go?” Dice asked, interrupting my thoughts.