“I want to see you while I’m in you. All of you,” he muttered, breaking through her disorientation. “Please.”
She let out a shaky groan when she attempted to move with him lodged so deeply. Was he on the edge of orgasm? He felt enormous, she thought distractedly as she attempted to do what he’d asked, straightening her knees so that her legs were on either side of him. His cock slid slightly out of her in the process. When she’d settled, her legs spread, her hands behind her, bracing her upper body, she pushed with her hands.
They both clenched their teeth when she slid him back into her to the hilt.
She sat facing him, her lap nailed to his by his erect member, her legs spread, staring at the glorious length of Everett’s muscular, sweat-glistening torso.
She’d never felt so aroused in her life.
He reached between her thighs and slid a finger between her labia. She whimpered as he agitated her clit.
She’d never felt so vulnerable.
Her vagina tightened around him as he stimulated her.
“Everett,” she whispered desperately.
“You’re beautiful,” he said, his hot stare running over her flushed face and down over her breasts and heaving belly to her pussy. She glanced down and moaned when she saw how pink her outer sex looked beneath his rubbing finger, how wet. She was completely exposed to him in this position. There was nowhere to hide. She shifted her hips against his ruthless finger and felt his cock jerk inside her.
“Don’t move,” he ordered abruptly.
She glanced into his face.
“I’m sorry,” he said more calmly. “If you move, I’m going to come. I’m right on the edge.”
“I want you to come,” she moaned when he resumed torturing her clit.
“I want you to come.”
She bit her lip in an agony of rising friction and bliss.
“I want to move,” she pleaded shakily. “Let me move.”
“Stay still.” She heard the edge to his quiet voice and forced her hips to remain immobile. It was so hard. She didn’t want to climax, sprawled out like this, so vulnerable to his watching eyes.
She couldn’t stop it from happening, though.
He pressed on her clit in a relentless rhythm, and she felt herself cresting. She clenched her jaw hard and tilted her pelvis down, adding the friction of his thick, penetrating root to the pressure on her clit. She began to shudder in orgasm.
“That’s right,” she heard him say through waves of pleasure. “Ah, God, that feels good.”
Her tremors abated slowly, deliciously. He finally removed his hand from her clit, and she opened her eyes.
He was still high and hard inside of her. She couldn’t believe it.
“You weren’t joking about that tantric sex thing, were you?”
His grin was both mischievous and strained. She blinked her eyes, noticing the tension in his rigid stomach muscles and in his face. His nipples were very erect. It gave her some measure of satisfaction that even if he wasn’t as desperate as she was, he wasn’t finding this easy.
“Would I kid you about something like that?” he murmured at the same time he put one of his hands beneath her ankle and lifted.
“No, Everett,” she said shakily when he lifted her leg so that her calf rested on his shoulder. He’d just in
creased the pressure of his lodged cock inside of her, and he knew it, she realized.
“No?” he asked, his eyebrows arched in a query.
She gasped for air, her body becoming accustomed to the new position. She gritted her teeth and pushed down on his cock, squeezing her vaginal muscles. It was a complete reflex action.