After two mind-blowing orgasms, one slow lick to her center and she was ready to explode for a third time. She moaned. The only reaction she could rally. “Can’t move. You’re too good.”
“I haven’t had the chance to properly taste you.” He licked again. Shock waves of pleasure pulsed through her body. She felt a rush of cream seep from her core.
Grabbing her hips, he rolled her over then positioned her on all fours facing the headboard. He wrapped her hands around the slats, while her head lay on the mattress. She barely held herself up.
He cuddled underneath her body and spread her legs wider. He pulled her down so his mouth met her soft folds and ravished them like a hungry beast.
She loved the feel of his stubble against her thighs. That tiny bit of friction took the experience to a whole other level.
“I could taste you every day. I may have to.”
His words jolted her system. It was more than the touching that sent a fresh squirt of her excitement to his mouth, it was also the fact that he wanted her so badly.
“Mmm.” He licked and moaned into her center. “Does this feel good?”
“Yes!”
She gushed again. Her stomach tightened in excitement. She couldn’t help it. He didn’t even realize that he was playing out one of her ultimate fantasies.
He didn’t let up. Not for one second. He whispered against her skin, “You don’t even have to touch me and I’m ready to explode. Just the taste of you, the feel of you in my arms.”
This was not causal talk. This was not no-strings talk. She pushed that thought out of her head, concentrating on her impending orgasm. It took a little longer this time, but it was no less intense. Her knees quivered against the mattress as she shuddered, a full body shake, releasing the pleasure burning inside her.
* * * *
Rob swung out from beneath her quivering body and watched as she collapsed on her stomach. He settled in beside her and rolled her into his body. His thick erection still hard, he felt it pulse as it settled against her back.
“How do you feel?”
She had her face buried against a pillow but her voice carried, “Boneless. Light-headed. Completely and unbelievably satisfied.”
“Happy to be there for you.”
She turned her head and peeked over her shoulder. “I’m glad I was there for you last night. It looked like you were in a lot of pain.”
“Yes, it’s painful. But manageable.” He let out a rough breath. Did he really want to get into his medical issues with a woman he’d just met? Scratch that, with a woman he’d just fucked with a pink vibrator six ways from Sunday.
“Have you had them your whole life?”
“No.” Just the last twelve years. Just long enough to ruin his dreams of gold medals and world travel.
“I understand if you don’t want to talk about it. We just met.” She turned away, settling her face back against the pillow.
It was true. They did just meet. But something about her screamed comfortable and perfect. Something about her screamed...forever.
He wanted to tell her. Despite his usual protocol of hiding his issue from others he felt a need to purge. Maybe it was because she was a healer. She dealt with this sort of thing in her job. It was professional curiosity. Nothing more.
“They’re exertion headaches from training.”
Her entire body twisted in his arms. Her front now pressing against his, chest to chest, stomach to stomach, cock to warm, wet pussy. He shook his head. It was bad enough he couldn’t get rid of his erection, he didn’t need to get himself worked up to the point of doing something irresponsible.
“What kind of training?”
“I train as a triathlete.”
“Triathlete. That’s pretty cool. I never would have guessed.” She ran her hands across his chest. “Actually, I did guess you were some sort of athlete. There is no way you look this good without…” She stopped herself and looked up into his eyes.
“So I’m hot. Is that what you’re saying?”