A nod, paying no attention to his arrogant smirk, I explored without shame. My palms moved from solid, smooth pecs to the outline of his abs. He watched me closely, letting me feel him out. Not that it was enough. I wanted—needed—more. I wanted what I’d been brought here for. Him to fuck me the way I deserved to be fucked.
I risked a glance at him, chewing on my lower lip before deciding to move first.
I rose up slightly since he was taller than me and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. As if that was all he’d been waiting for, he reciprocated. A hand came to the center of my back, pulling me against him.
Our tongues met tentatively at first, separating when he took hold of the hem of my dress and pulled it over my head, leaving me in nothing but a pale-yellow thong. The cool air had my nipples puckering, goose pimples erupting along my skin. He kissed me again, this time the intensity and hunger matching my own.
Hands sliding beneath the globes of my ass, he lifted me up so he could carry me to the bed. On my back with him between my legs, staring at me as if I were his last meal. I could have combusted. His firm hands roamed all over me, down to where my thong was. Hooking two fingers inside, he broke our kiss and dragged the lace-y material down my legs, chucking them aside.
He placed his palms on my knees and spread my legs further apart, pushing them up to form a V. “Look at you,” he murmured, his eyes everywhere at once. I was exposed entirely, between my thighs throbbing and wet. Leaning low, he continued to touch me.
Running his hands, and sometimes his tongue, along my upper thighs and lower abdomen. My breathing grew shallow, body warming to the nth degree. Everything he did was confident and sure.
I reveled in it, laying their letting him do whatever he wanted. Kissing and nibbling on my inner thighs, he went made a trail straight to my labia. He moved past it, slowly, exhaling a warm breath. I whimpered, earning a grin from him. Fingers pulling apart my lips, he stared at the place growing slicker with every passing second. “You want me here?” he asked, tracing a circle around my clit. “You want my tongue in your pussy, Nova?”
Yes. Hell yes. I nodded.
He laughed, the sound low and deliciously dark. His face came down, but he didn’t dive in or treat the task like a disc jockey. Lips closing around my clit, he sucked and swirled, sliding a finger inside me, and then another.
When I tried to run from the pleasure, Rhett laughed again and locked me place, picking up his pace, slamming his fingers in and out of me a little rougher, alternating between massaging my clit or fucking me with his tongue.
Moans spilling from my chest, I grabbed the sheets to keep me grounded. A tingling started in my center and started to grow. When he placed the tip of his tongue on the hardened bundle of nerves, wiggling it back and forth, the feeling grew stronger until it radiated through my entire body. I came with my hands in Rhett’s hair, pussy grinding into his face.
He didn’t seem to care, still eating me, stopping only when another orgasm rocked through my body.
“I just found my new favorite meal.” He eased back, mouth slick from my come, dark strands of hair falling onto his forehead.
My legs still parted and trembling, I watched him remove both his jeans and the black briefs beneath. His erection sprang up, the base surrounded by a patch of curls.
His cock was exactly as I expected it to be. Thick. Long. Pierced. Okay, the last one I hadn’t counted on, but it certainly had my attention. He climbed back onto the bed, settling between my thighs and staring down at me.
“You’re so damn beautiful.”
“So are you.” I breathed, finally able to form a coherent sentence again. I reached up and wrapped my arms around his neck.
He brought the head of his cock to my entrance.
I inhaled a small breath, trying to prepare myself, concentrating on kissing my juices off his face. A flex of his hips and he was pushing inside me, stretching my pussy. The intrusion burned in the best possible way. Once he was fully in, I was filled entirely, could feel him throbbing between my walls.
He rocked forward once, and then stopped. A deep, pleasurable groan rumbled from his chest. “Damn, your pussy…you feel amazing.” He turned his head so that his lips hovered right above mine. “I’m going to fuck you now, and I’m not stopping until you can’t say anything other than my name.”
He began to move in earnest, thrusting inside me with a calculated vigor. He rode my body hard and fast. My nails sunk into his back, and he went deeper. A moan, practically a sob of pleasure, he fucked me harder. His cock hit every sweet spot inside my pussy while splitting me in half.