My inner thighs are trembling. ‘Yes,’ I say.
The first time he licks my clit, then sucks on it gently, I can’t stop my eyes from rolling into the back of my head.
‘Does that feel good?’ I hear him ask.
‘Yes,’ I say again on an exhale, finally understanding what my housemates at uni were going on about, because it’s never been this good before. ‘C-Can you do that again?’
AJ chuckles, wrapping his hands around my thighs, then complies wholeheartedly with my wishes. This time, he licks the full length of my seam, the friction making my thighs quiver, tension building low in my belly. His eyes close as I watch him feast on me, licking and sucking my clit with his tongue, falling into a delicious rhythm.
Molten heat engulfs my body. His tongue quickens its pace, causing my hips to buck, but his grip is firm, holding me in place on the bed.
My skin prickles. I can feel the stirrings of an orgasm beginning to flutter. Part of me is resistant to it, because I wish he could be inside me if, or when, I come. There’s no controlling the noises coming out of my mouth, and within the space of a minute, I know I’m past the point of no return. The tip of AJ’s tongue dancing over my clit edges me closer, the pleasure pulsating through me until I’m swept away by it. Raw need explodes between my legs, until the blissful sensations begin, and I’m barreling toward a climax. There’s a rushing sensation before I peak, and lose control.
I gasp, then moan, riding on the unbridled waves of pleasure that course through me. I’ve had orgasms before, but never like this. Inside me, my walls clamp around nothing.
AJ doesn’t stop. My hips buck and grind through the sensations, but he holds me steady. He keeps going until I come down, then moves to trace soft kisses down the supple skin of my inner thighs, still wet from the shower and with my own arousal.
I lie there, not moving, my legs still drawn up. My chest rising and falling. I didn’t think it could happen that fast.
‘You all good?’ he whispers.
I huff out a little laugh. ‘Yes,’ I whisper back, still out of breath.
‘How good?’
Another little laugh. ‘Very good.’
AJ gets to his feet. I lift my head, rest my elbows on the sheets, watching as he locates the two strips of condom packets. I have no idea what he’s feeling right now. He’s a difficult man to read. He tears off one of the foil squares, then opens it.
I watch in fascination as he rolls the condom deftly down his length, fixing it in place.
AJ puts one knee on the bed. Wordlessly, he encourages me to move up, and we reposition the pillows. Then he leans forward, resting both hands on the sheets, bracing himself, until he’s hovering above me. He lowers his mouth, granting me another sweet kiss.
‘You feelin’ ready?’ he then asks.
I love how he checks in with me. He’s between my legs, his arousal pressed up against my wet slit. I give another frantic nod, looking into his eyes.
‘Like I said before… if you wanna stop or it hurts or anything, just holler.’
‘I will.’
He looks down, lifts his hips, then uses one hand to position himself. And then he’s there, his tip at my opening, hot and insistent. I squeeze my lips together as he nudges inside.
‘Try and breathe,’ he says, and another nervous laugh escapes my mouth. He laughs gently in response. It seems he can read my reactions. I exhale, just as he says, ‘You’re doing so good.’
That he’s being so careful with me makes my heart squeeze inside my chest. I feel comfortable, so I open my legs little wider.
‘That’s it,’ he says, and he pushes. I feel a delicious stretch. ‘Good girl.’
He raises his eyes to mine. We keep eye contact as he nudges further inside.
When he’s halfway, AJ stops moving, hovering above me.
‘Am I hurting you?’ he asks.
‘No, I’m good,’ I respond.
His hips press forward. The pillow underneath me means he can go further inside me. ‘That’s it, take all of me,’ he murmurs, and moments later, he’s filled me to the hilt.