How have I never done this before? It feels so good, I know that it’s going to be impossible for me to think of anything but how much I want this, how much I want him, from this moment on.
His tongue is soft and curious, a sharp contrast to how masculine and dominant the rest of him seems to be. I can hardly believe that this is really happening, but it is. This man, his head between my legs, his mouth pressed against my pussy, is going down on me like I am the most delicious thing that he has ever had in his entire life – and I want it. I want more.
I tip my head back onto the couch as he grasps my thighs, pushing my legs a little further apart so that he can take in every inch of me. I can already feel that orgasm starting to build inside of me, and I am amazed at how easily it seems to come. I can’t focus on anything but the pleasure that he is pouring into me, merciless with the way he is touching me, his tongue swirling circles around and around my clit until my thighs have started to clench around his head, and...
"Oh," I groan as the orgasm washes through me, like a cool breeze on a summer day. It’s the relief I have needed since the moment he pulled me through that door, something precious and indulgent and so deliciously good that I am sure that I’m not going to stay pinned to the ground below me. But his hands are on mine, fingers locking with my own, as though he is making sure every way that he knows how that I am his. That I belong to him.
He pulls away at last, finally giving me a moment to catch a breath. His mouth finds mine again, and I can taste my wetness on his lips, the sweetness of us mixed together. And, as I tuck my hand behind his head, I know that I am far from done with him for the night.
7
Shotgun
When she kisses me again, I know that she wants more. I don’t want to push her, not if it’s her first time, but the way she is touching me, it’s hardly as though she’s keen to get out the door. I sink down onto the couch beside her, trying to ignore the grinding pressure of my hard-on between my legs. I need to be inside her. I need to see the look on her face when I push into her for the first time...
But I have to hold back. She has to set the pace. And, as her nails drag across the nape of my neck and her mouth comes to my ear, she tells me what I need to hear.
"I need you inside me," she tells me. I swear, the sound of those words coming out of her mouth is enough to get me harder than I’ve ever been in my life – I can still taste the honey-sweetness of her tight pink pussy on my lips, and I want nothing more than to feast on every other part of her that I need right now.
I lean down and scoop her up into my arms, and she giggles and catches hold of me, her arms around my shoulders as she kisses my neck. Her body is so small and curvy, so supple, so gorgeously sexy, it’s hard to think of anything else except how I plan to pleasure her.
I toss her down onto the bed and pounce on top of her – she grabs me and kisses me again, arching her back so that she can press her body against mine. Fuck, yes. I love the way she reacts to me as though I am the most tempting thing on the planet. That’s what I want to be to her. That’s what I want her to see me as.
She grasps my head as my hands move to strip her down to nothing, pulling off her dress and tossing it aside, making sure that she is utterly and totally naked beneath me. Her body is gloriously unclothed, the curve of her waist to her hips and then down to her slender thighs almost more than I can take – I trace my hand down the shape of her, wanting nothing more than to taste each inch of her untouched body for the first time, show her just how much she has been missing.
Her nipples are nut-brown and already swollen to hardness, and I can’t resist leaning down and sinking my teeth into them – she lets out a gasp of shock, but then cradles my head right there, a moan escaping her lips to tell me how much she loves it.