His tongue slid between her lips. Her indignation vaporized beneath his heat. He explored her thoroughly and leisurely, as if he had all the time in the world despite the growing ache at Katie’s core and her increasing focus on the smooth, stiff rod of his cock pressing against her thigh. Rill didn’t seem entirely unaware of it, either. Every once in a while—far too infrequently for Katie’s desire—he shifted his hips slightly while he devoured her mouth, getting pressure on his balls and stroking the heavy column of cock against her skin.
Perhaps the thing that got her craziest was that Rill allowed her free rein over his body while he melted her with his kiss. Katie greedily detailed strong back muscles, discovering every ridge and indentation between bones. For a taut, delicious minute she tangled her tongue with Rill’s while she squeezed his ass. She couldn’t help but remember the hundreds—no, thousands—of times she’d coveted Rill’s ass in a pair of jeans. Now that ass was hers, she thought as she tested the dense muscle gently with her fingernails and then filled her palms again with curving, dense flesh; she couldn’t get enough of the sensation. No wonder he could fuck with such a sublime mixture of control and force when he had these powerful muscles to do his bidding.
Rill growled softly in her mouth when she pushed down on his ass, pressing his erection tightly against her skin. It might have been a sound of warning, but Katie continued, greedy for her fill when he’d denied her in their former electric but too-brief encounters. Her fingertips explored curiously in the furrow beneath his buttocks, liking how Rill’s muscles tightened and his kiss became more demanding.
After several moments of this sensual torture, Katie’s bones felt like they’d been liquefied right along with her pussy. She became desperate, pressing her mons against Rill’s hard body to get an indirect stimulation on her clit. It struck her as both satisfying and unsatisfying at once. Rill paused in his wicked stirring in her mouth when she twisted her upper body beneath him, stimulating her aching nipples against the crinkly hair on his chest.
He lifted his head. Katie’s eyelids opened sluggishly, hating the sudden absence of his upper body and mouth. He put his hands on her waist and slid her down on the mattress several inches, breaking her possessive hold on his ass.
“Come back here,” she whispered, craning her neck up, craving his mouth back on her own.
He grabbed her forearms and lifted them. She scowled when he pinned her wrists above the pillows.
“You’re a little hedonist, do you know that?” he murmured.
“Is that another criticism?” she asked as she tried to pull her wrists free from his gentle but ungiving one-handed grip.
“It’s another fact,” he said grimly, before he leaned down and began to own her mouth again. He kept his chest a few inches off her breasts this time, leaving the distended peaks without any stimulation. Her breasts felt swollen and achy, her skin hot and prickly. She required pressure, friction... release.
Her pussy was so wet she could feel moisture gathering on her inner thighs and along her perineum. She’d likely leave a damp spot on Rill’s sheets. The thought sent a jolt of irritation and thwarted longing through her. She groaned desperately in Rill’s mouth and wiggled her hips against his body, beckoning him to put her out of her misery.
He responded by bringing up his knees and bracing his upper body on one hand. He remained like that on one hand and both knees, leaning down and kissing the daylights out of Katie. He finally sealed their lips and lifted his head an interminable amount of time later. Katie tried to glare at him, but it was difficult through eyes that had crossed from his kiss.
“Do you mind telling me what the hell you’re doing?” she asked, craning her head up off the pillow. He wouldn’t relinquish hold of her wrists in the slightest.
“Kissing you. I told you I’ve been thinking about doing it for days,” he said, unsmiling. His gaze flickered down over her naked body. “I’ve been thinking about doing a lot of things. Guess I won’t rest until they’re all done.”
“I’m about to spontaneously combust down here, so do you think you might get on with it, then?” she asked breathlessly. She was so busy eating up the sight of him. His cock hung between them. She could see a swollen blue vein popping beneath the surface. Suddenly, a different sort of hunger overcame her. She licked her lower lip and craned up farther.
“Let me suck—”
“Keep your mouth shut for once, won’t you, Katie?”
She stared up at him, taken aback by the harshness of his tone. He seemed a little surprised by it himself. He closed his eyes for a second and breathed deep, apparently trying to calm himself. When he opened his eyelids, he transferred her captive wrists into the opposite hand and reached between her thighs.
Katie’s eyes sprung wide when he worked his thick forefinger between her labia and began agitating her clit, bull’s-eye fashion. She heard a clicking noise as he moved briskly against her lubricated flesh.
“Ohhh,” she cried in delighted surprise.
“You’re so wet,” he growled.
“You make it sound like a crime.” She moaned and thrashed her head on the pillow. It felt delicious. Heat flooded her cheeks. Her clit sizzled beneath his expert manipulations.
“If it’s not a crime to drive me straight over the edge, it ought to be.”
But Katie barely heard him. She was too busy gushing in orgasm.
He watched, every fiber in his being focused on the image and feeling of Katie as she shook beneath him. When her orgasmic shudders and the thrashing of her hips against his finger began to wane, he placed his hand over her entire outer sex, the ridge of his palm against her clit. He massaged her tender cunt briskly, evoking a surprised cry of delight out of her throat and more orgasmic shivers from her body.
Now that he’d succumbed to it, he couldn’t help but wonder how long this greedy hunger would last.
He released Katie’s wrists while he lunged for the bedside table. “We’re going to need more condoms. A lot fucking more.”
She paused in her panting. In his fever to get inside her again, he hadn’t realized he’d spoken his thoughts out loud. It surprised him that he felt every bit as hard, every bit as excited, as he sheathed his cock once again. She’s like Viagra in leather boots, Rill thought grimly as he straddled her once again.
He bent her knees farther and pushed on her shins. He caught a glimpse of her glistening, pink pussy. His cock lurched. She gasped when he unapologetically arrowed his cock tip into her slit. She was so hot and wet, he glided into her, but only with effort. He had to apply a firm, steady pressure with his flexing hips. He watched his cock stretching her delicate tissues until he was lodged in her at half-staff.
He glanced up when he heard her moan.