I’m begging again, silently in my head, the rise and fall of my hips in cadence with the heady beat of my desire. When I lift the next time, he slides a finger down my wetness, and I freeze, mid lift.
He doesn’t continue.
He leaves me suspended.
A small “please”escapes my lips.
“You’re still thinking too hard.” He runs his fingertip up and down again, nothing but a tease.
“I’m not.”
He leans forward and blows over my heated flesh before kissing me full between my legs. His tongue swirls over my clit, soft and gentle—a glance.
I lift higher, wanting greater contact.
Again he licks, before slipping down where I’m open and needy.
My legs start to shake, and he palms my ass, helping me stay in place for his voracious mouth. Far too quickly an orgasm builds, sitting on the blade of a knife.
I need more pressure to push me over.
I dig my nails into his neck, but it’s no use. He just keeps going.
Long, slow, and leisurely, his mouth slipping over me. I’ve never had a man go down on me like this before—more like a deep, moody kiss instead of the usual flicking tongue.
I circle my hips, moaning now, my panting breaths fogging the windows.
His tongue plays over my clit—circling, pressing, sucking.
He hits a particularly good spot.
I cry out, thrusting my hips against his mouth.
His free hand slides over my mound, slipping two fingers inside and rubbing in slow circles before pulling free. He lifts, reaches behind me, and slides his wet fingers down the crack of my ass before rubbing the puckered skin.
I jump in shock.
I want to protest, but he presses the tip of his finger inside before I can.
I shake my head, try to formulate words, but they don’t come. A strangled sob leaves my throat.
He presses deeper, filling me where I’ve never been filled before.
I want to reject it; it feels wrong.
Yet the dirtier and more wrong it feels, the hotter I get.
He licks over my clit.
My head cracks against the window. “Oh God.”
He laughs against me and wiggles deeper still before lifting his head. He works another finger inside, stretching me.
Unable to help it, my hips move.
Up and down.
Straining in the air.