“You just did.”
“You make me come.”
“With my mouth or my dick?”
“Both,” she breathed. Oh God yes, both.
The tip of his tongue flicked out and touched her clit so softly, it was like butterfly wings flapping gently against her.
She groaned. He was such a tease.
That was okay. She’d get him back. Maybe not tonight, but in the near future.
Before she left.
They still had days, if not a couple of weeks or so to explore each other’s every inch, every desire, every sexual need.
Her thoughts floated away when he was no longer gentle.
He ravaged her pussy with his mouth. Licking, sucking, fucking. With his lips, his fingers, his tongue.
Every time her eyelids would drift close so she could simply concentrate on what he was doing, she forced them back open to see him watching her.
Studying her reactions.
Reading her body.
Learning.
He was very fucking observant.
That was good.
And it could be bad.
Great for sex.
Not so great for protecting herself. To prevent the fall that could wound her. Break her heart.
He sucked each labia into his mouth and when he was done tasting those, he stroked the tip of his tongue up the slit and drove his fingers inside. Planting his lips on her clit, he sucked hard and stayed with her when her hips bucked wildly.
Then he stopped.
Simply stopped before she reached the precipice.
He shifted slightly, releasing her clit, slipping his two long fingers from inside her. He dipped his pinky, instead.
What was he doing? Why was he doing that?
A pinky wasn’t enough for her to orgasm.
Was he trying to torture her?
Seconds later the pinky was gone from her pussy and pressed to a place she wasn’t expecting.
No...
No one had done this to her before. No one ever asked or dared.
He wasn’t asking.
He was daring.
His order to “relax” came muffled. Because his mouth was full. Of her.
Her hips jerked when his two fingers resumed their place inside her and his skilled mouth clamped onto her clit once more.
He worked her up again, slowly drawing those fingers in and out while his mouth did its magic. Driving her toward her destination on a one-way ticket.
Every plunge was a step closer to the abyss, where she went willingly, wanting to take that leap, to completely free fall.
He worked his pinky, pressing, circling, urging her to let him in.
“Chris,” she groaned.
He pressed harder. Biding his time. Waiting for her to unlock that door.
To invite him inside.
Whatever he was doing...
She couldn’t take anymore.
She wanted him.
Everywhere.
She forced herself to relax and hissed out a, “Yes.”
He took his time, almost too slowly, breaking the plane with the tip of his pinky. Working it, stimulating all the nerves found in that area.
Oh God, it felt different, but good. She wanted more.
“Please...”
He sank his pinky in to the middle joint and she gasped. It was nothing like what his cock would feel like in the same area. She knew to accept him there like that would take time. And effort.
But, holy hell...
Finally, he was completely inside her. Two fingers deep in her pussy and the other in her ass.
He worked her with skill and patience. His groan against her pussy drove her hips up. She wanted more.
She wanted it faster.
She wanted to come.
She wanted him filling her up with his cock, driving her beyond sanity to the point where she’d lose her mind.
She gave in to the movements of his mouth and fingers. Along with the sounds that came from him. Like he hadn’t tasted anything that good in his life.
Her breath caught and her hips shot up... “I’m coming.”
He said nothing, nor did he slow his pace. He continued until the orgasm hit her so intensely, she dislodged him herself.
Seconds later when she hadn’t even landed from her free fall, he moved quickly, flipping her over onto her belly, covering her body with his, pinning her hands to the bed with their fingers interlaced.
Was he going to try...?
No.
Air escaped her lungs as he slid easily inside her. His hips beat a hard rhythm against her ass as he pounded her, driving as deep as he could.
“Gonna fill you up, Jem,” he growled in her ear. “With me. Gonna still be inside you tomorrow mornin’. When I think of me inside you, gonna get hard all over again. Will wanna come home and fill you up some more.”
Jesus.
She’d be thinking about that all day tomorrow. Until he came home and did what he said.
She had no idea how she’d survive the day. How she’d survive the wait.
He kneed her thighs open even wider, adjusted his angle, and rasped, “Tip your ass.”
She did and his hand snaked between her and the mattress, finding her clit, finding their connection, as he powered forward. Sending her to the edge of madness before reining her in sharply by sinking his teeth into the tender spot where her shoulder and neck met. The bite. The deep grunts. The relentless plunge of his cock. It all continued until his body hiccuped, he ground deep and spilled inside her with a guttural grunt.