I cupped my breasts, my nipples hardening under my palms. I rubbed them slowly, the sensation driving me higher, faster, toward the edge of oblivion.
He groaned.
I couldn't see from here, but I didn't need to. I knew he was getting hard. Blood racing through his body the way it was racing through mine. His heart pounding.
Fuck, he was good with his tongue.
"Just like that," I whispered. "Right there." He went on licking that exact spot, hitting it precisely right every time. How did he do that? He didn't miss a single beat.
I moaned and whispered his name, once, twice, then arched my back and came hard against his mouth.
He went on hitting me just right, all the way through the bliss, never stopping, never slowing, giving me everything he had. Making my orgasm last for a day, a week, an eternity.
Finally, I slumped forward, almost squashing his head with my thighs.
"Oh, I'm sorry." I leaned back again.
He drew his face back and laughed.
"If I was going to die, I'd die happy." He kissed the insides of my thighs and looked at me expectantly.
It took me a moment to realize he was waiting for more orders. He was taking all of this very seriously. Could he be sweeter? Or hotter for that matter?
Suddenly shy, I cleared my throat and said, "Can you take your clothes off for me?"
Like an excited puppy invited on a nice long walk, and maybe a steak, he leapt to his feet and took a few steps back.
Slowly, he started to pull off his shirt with one hand, easing it up to expose his chiseled abs. He tugged it over his head, gave it a twirl in the air on the end of his finger, and let it fly. It hit the wall, slid down, and landed on the floor.
His jeans were next. He unbuttoned them slowly before easing them down his muscular thighs and kicking them off his feet. He stood in front of me dressed in only his boxer briefs, and a raging erection.
I swiped my tongue over my lips. "Those too."
We were both aware he could say no if he wanted to. He didn't. He pushed his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers,turned around and wiggled his ass before pushing them down and stepping out of them.
"You have the cutest ass," I told him.
He grabbed his ass cheeks and squeezed. "I try."
He turned around, slowly, his erection pointing right at me. Pre-cum glistened on his tip already.
"Now come here and fuck me," I said. I'd never said those words to anyone. I never would have thought I could, but here, in this moment, it felt right. More than that, I understood I didn't need to switch off in order to let go. I just needed to trust myself and him. Whatever happened, he had me. He wouldn't let me fall, wouldn't let me down.
I was so far gone for him already and I wasn't mad about it. If anything, I was ecstatic. These men made me feel like I was worth something. No, they made me fell like I was worth everything.
Leif lowered himself to his knees again, knelt down in front of me and gripped my hips. With gentle hands, he pulled me right to the edge of the bed. Giving me time to change my mind, he pressed the tip of his cock against my damp entrance. Just a notch. Flesh touching flesh like the brush of his lips over mine.
He hummed as though waiting for something, one eyebrow raised in question. Asking for permission.
"Yes," I whispered. "Please." I bit back the words 'hurry up.' I wanted him inside me, but didn't want him to hurry. I needed him to take his time. Needed us both to enjoy every moment of this.
"Yes ma'am, with pleasure." He tipped an invisible cowboy hat and winked.
I might have melted a little more.
Hands firm, he pressed himself into me. Slowly at first, easing in as if he could tease me by taking his time. His fingerstightened around my hips as he seated himself all the way to his balls.
"Is this okay?" he whispered.