Grabbing the sides of his face, I say, “Kiss me.”
He does. And it’s a messy, wonderful, frenzy of a kiss. He pushes me down, forcing my knees apart and sinks between my legs. At first his fingers flirt with the soaked fabric of my panties.
He rubs me vigorously, kissing my inner thigh. He wasn’t joking when he said this would be torture. I want him so much I feel half out of my mind.
“Tell me what you want me to do to you,” he says.
“I …”
I thought I knew what was supposed to happen next in this dance, but it turns out I don’t. I’m not sure what I want because everything I’ve had done to me before with other men hasn’t worked. But that’s what I’m used to, so it’s just expected. Now it seems like whatever Heath is doing is what I want. Like he knows my body better than I do.
“I don’t know,” I admit, embarrassed.
I’m sure he was expecting some confident tigress in the sack, and instead he got this confused mess. How disappointed he must be.
He looks curiously at me. I have to say, there’s nothing sexier than a man looking up at me from between my legs. This man in particular.
He gets this cheeky smile that I’m starting to realize is a signature of his. “I guess that’s a problem, isn’t it? No wonder a guy has never given you an orgasm before. He’s flying blind down here.”
“You seem to know what you’re doing just fine,” I say.
He bites the soft skin of my inner thigh, making me jump a little. “That’s because I know how to read a woman’s body,” he says. That jealous beast inside of me rears its head again at the mention of other women, and I again try to force it down, but he’s making it difficult. Maybe he’s doing it on purpose. Maybe that’s part of the torture he was talking about. If so, I don’t like it.
“Like when I do this …” he says, and touches the skin just above my clit. I let out a slow breath. “Right there your body just did a hundred different things that tell me you liked that. Your breathing changed. Your ass raised off the bed just the slightest bit as if your pussy were reaching for my finger after I took it away. The way your mouth parted.”
“If you’re so in tune with a woman’s body, then why did you ask me what I wanted in the first place?” I ask.
He continues to touch that very delicate spot above my clit, rubbing in circles. I’ve never had a man touch me there for any length of time. It’s usually bypassed, going straight to the clit.
He shrugs. “I just wanted to hear you talk dirty, make you think you have a say in all the things I plan to do to you.”
“Oh, well then,” I say matter-of-factly. “Then fuck my pussy.”
He lifts his head, looking at the ceiling in thought. “Hmm. No. I mean, yeah, you’d probably get off at this point if we just fucked, but you’re not getting off that easy. I want you to beg for it. I want you starving for it.” Another flick of his fingers above my clit has me almost jumping out of my skin. I can’t focus on his words, I’m so out of my mind with want.
I spread my legs wider for him. “Do what you will.” I’m practically begging. Can’t he hear it in my voice?
I’m lying on my back, head on several pillows, inclined just enough to see what’s happening. My heart hammers in my chest. As he starts to touch me, my body comes alive, leaning into his every caress. His hands start at my knees, teasing, tickling their way down to my center. His eyes stay steady on my face.
I’m trying to keep calm, to keep from grabbing onto the back of his head and pressing his face into me. This is a moment I need to savor because who knows when the next time will be when I find myself in bed with a man as incredibly sexy as Heath. Guys like him don’t grow in these parts too often. He’s like some rare orchid and I can’t believe I’m lying here, exposed to him.
His finger slips into the cleft between my legs, sliding easily along my wet flesh. When he barely bumps his hand against my clit, I nearly come undone. We haven’t even gotten to the good stuff and already I’m feeling the pressure in my core, that same wonderful buildup I’d felt when he fingered me in the dressing room at the store.
Once he’s massaged my outer lips, he spreads my inner lips and covers my pussy with his eager mouth. My hips come off the bed, thrusting toward him. His tongue starts to explore, leaving no surface untouched.
When he comes up for air, he licks his lips and says, “Your pussy is as sweet as it smells. Just how I imagined it would.” His voice is velvet, dripping with lust.
He doesn’t wait for me to respond before diving back in, plunging his tongue into me. He works it in and out, drinking his fill and going back for more.
When he surfaces again, he says, “Rub your clit for me. I want to see you work it.”
I do as he asks, rubbing the hard nub, pulling the skin back off the hood of my clit, opening myself up to him. I’m his slave, willing to do anything to please him at this point as long as he keeps making me feel the way he’s making me feel.
As he tongue-fucks me, a cry of ecstasy bursts from somewhere deep inside of me. I open my eyes. Did I make that sound? I hadn’t meant to. I’m a little embarrassed about it to be honest. I’m hardly ever noisy in bed, but this noise I made came out of nowhere. Heath seems to like it. He’s in a feeding frenzy now, lifting my legs, practically folding me in half. My ass is in the air. His tongue goes completely off course and finds my ass.
I pull in a startled breath. If it didn’t feel so amazing, I would’ve stopped him. That place is strictly off-limits. Always has been. Never, I told myself and the boyfriends who would beg for anal play. No way in hell.
But with Heath, my inhibitions have been tossed out the window. Anything goes as long as it feels good. Somehow, even though I don’t know him, I feel safe. Comfortable enough to let myself and all my rigid rules completely go. Now that I’m having this new, incredible experience, I don’t know why I was ever closed off to the idea to begin with.
“Oh fuck!” I yell when the tip of his tongue pushes passed the outer ring of that virgin muscle. I can’t believe his tongue is actually in my asshole and I’m loving every minute of it. He’s really going for it and all of these new sensations roar through my body like a train.
When he’s in as far as my tight opening will go, he pulls his tongue out and goes back to licking my pussy. That pressure is back and I know what’s coming.
Several quick gasps escape my lips. I’m going to come. The O-Maker has done it again. Another woman with a Twitter tale, satisfaction guaranteed.
But as I’m about to be pushed over the edge, he moves away. Just as fast as my orgasm started to appear, it’s gone again.
I look at him like what t
he hell?
His cocksure smile sends butterflies through my stomach. “Not yet. I said this was going to be torture and I meant it.”
I flop back on the bed. Torture is right. I was so close to my first manned orgasm, and now it’s gone. My body is trembling. I can’t control it. And he knows it. He looks so arrogant right now. And somehow it remains the sexiest thing to me. In fact, I’m getting more turned on the more he denies me.
I’m mindlessly rubbing my clit still, when he pushes my hand away and leans down, flicking his tongue once, twice, a third time. Every time he touches it I spasm, my whole being straining for release. He stops, looks up at me and blows a jet of hot air directly on my clit.
I sigh a long moan and arch my back. Who would have thought a breath of fresh air could make a girl gush?
He chuckles, low in his throat, before wrapping his warm lips around the hard nub. He hums, the vibration shooting pleasure to my center and up my spine. I buck underneath him, crying out, unintelligible, gasping for air.
It’s his groan that undoes me. He rams two fingers inside my wet pussy so fast I choke for air. My mouth opens on a silent scream as he pistons in and out of my slick sheath, his lips sucking so hard on my clit I go rigid, pleasure piercing every nerve ending.
And then it happens. The big bang where everything expands and comes to life. My world explodes. All my muscles go rigid and I buck off the bed, my hips slamming up, burying his face further into my pussy. I come apart, flashes of light racing across my vision.
“Fuck, yes!” I yell, finally able to put forth words. He doesn’t stop, he keeps going, drawing out the best orgasm of my life. My body trembles, twitches against him with every thrust of his finger, every pull of his lips against my clit. Before long, he slows, lazily touching me, savoring.
“Mmm, so wet,” he whispers, almost to himself. I look down, my vision slightly blurred seeing two of him. Wouldn’t that be something? His eyes are hot, hungry, roving over my body before he removes his fingers, putting them in his mouth and sucking them clean.
I almost come again, right then and there. He’s so fucking hot, kneeling between my thighs, feasting on my cream. The need I have to feel him inside of me grows exponentially. I ache for him, my pussy clenching for more than his fingers.