The mattress shifts a bit when he moves and I groan as he pulls the comforter off, exposing my naked body to the cool bedroom air. The sensation of his breath against my back causes my pulse to spike. When he starts dropping soft kisses up the middle of my spine, I shiver.
“You’re not playing fair.”
He laughs. “It’s my job to take care of you.”
I open my lips to respond, but lose my train of thought when he sets his hands at my waist and starts slowly moving them up my back. For the next few minutes, I melt into the mattress as he massages my back. The way his magical fingers work me over causes a languid type of arousal to spread through my body, a slow burn that could morph into an inferno at any moment.
When his hands go to my ass and he begins to trace his fingers up and down each side, my breath hitches. This massage is both thorough and maddening in that I want it to go on forever, but I also want him to take it to the next level. I groan when he slides one of his fingers between my legs. The growly noise he makes when he finds that I’m already wet makes my core clench.
“Sit up,” he rasps.
I make a production of bringing my legs up so I can get on my knees and sit up. Pushing my hair back, I lick my lips when I see that he’s watching me like a lion would study its prey. Hungry, and ready to pounce at any moment.
I flutter my eyelashes dramatically and grin. “Is it time to eat?” I ask, my tone teasing.
He moves so fast I barely have time to take a breath. One second I’m sitting next to him. The next, he’s lifting me up and settling me on top of him so that my legs are on either side of his head. I’m facing his cock, which means I’ll be able to suck him while he eats me out.
“Mas—”
I lose the ability to speak when he grips my waist, pulls me down so that I’m literally on his face, and traces his tongue up and down my sex. “Oh God,” I whimper.
He knows just when and where to touch me to get the response he wants, and I can’t keep my hips still. I shamelessly rock against his face as he tongues me, the heat of his mouth against my pussy almost more than I can stand. He lets go of one side of my waist, and I quickly realize why when he pushes two fingers inside of me. Needing something to focus on besides my aching clit, I lean forward and trace my tongue over the fat head of his perfect cock. The hum of approval he makes against my sex is all the encouragement I need.
Opening my mouth, I slowly draw him inside. With my right hand, I grip the bottom portion of his shaft and start jerking him up and down so that every inch of him is being worked over. His tongue against my clit goes from feather soft to firm and intense, and I moan around his tip as he fucks me with his fingers.
I struggle to think as I suck his cock and ride his face, the race to come officially on. Opening my mouth wider, I move down and take him in until the head of his cock makes contact with the back of my throat. Breathing through my nose, I push a little more, the ragged sound of his breathing like music to my ears. Letting go, I slide back up before descending again, repeating the motion over and over again.
His fingers press against the spot inside of me that lights me up every damn time, and I rock my hips back and forth in time with my up and down movements on his cock. When he starts rocking his fingers up and down on the spot, I lose it. Unable to keep sucking, I pop off his cock, sit up straight with my hands balanced on his stomach, and yell his name as I come. When he sucks my clit into his mouth, I throw my head back and scream as my orgasm goes to the next level. Through it all he keeps rocking those fingers in and out in that almost-too-fast motion that’s making me lose my mind.
Still shivering with aftershocks, I’m barely cognizant of the fact that he’s repositioning me so that I’m on my side. Spooning himself behind me, he fists his cock and traces the tip against my wet opening before he starts a slow, delicious slide in. Buried to the hilt, he lifts my right left and pulls it back over his so that I’m spread wide. I blindly claw at the sheets as he pumps his hips and the slap slap slap of skin against skin fills the room.