His fingers slide over my pussy, gliding without friction, dancing over my clit before moving away. Before I can protest, his lips are on me, and his tongue licks. I raise my hips, not caring how greedy I look as I seek a pressure he refuses to deliver.
His fingers slide inside me and pump once, then twice, before they are gone.
I growl in frustration.
He circles the puckered skin of my ass, making it wet.
I jerk at the contact. Give thought to protesting.
It flitters away when he again pumps inside me, repeating the process over and over.
A trickle slides down the curve of my ass.
His mouth is still nothing but a tease that refuses to push me over the edge.
On the next pass, he pushes inside my ass, twisting as he goes.
It’s as dirty and wrong and shocking as it was the first time.
And just like the first time, it has the same effect.
His mouth is voracious as he inserts another finger, filling me up so I’m tight and stretched. While I’m not sure it feels the best, it morphs in my brain and seeps back out as heightened desire.
Unable to help myself, I start to move, rocking my hips into his face before pushing back on his fingers.
The dual sensation overtakes me, making me crazy.
Mindless.
A slave to my body and to him.
“Oh God, yes.” I cry, my head thrashing against the pillow as my body demands release. “More. Fuck, more.”
I can’t believe the things I’m saying, but I can’t stop them from spilling from my lips.
He groans, and it vibrates through me.
Then he’s twisting and fucking my ass with his fingers as his tongue plays over my wet, aching center.
I’m so close.So, so close.
I’m almost there.
So close.
Close.
My body rocks. Back and forth.
Then he sucks my clit, and just as I’m about to explode, he stops.
“No!” I yell, my body twisting, desperate.
He laughs. “Now you’re ready.”
He sits up and takes his shirt off before unzipping his jeans. With quick, efficient movements he shucks them off and reaches over to pull a condom from the bedside table.
He tosses it on to my stomach and with hooded eyes, looks down at me. “Put it on.”