“Y-you can finish on command?” He squeezes his eyes shut tight and clenches his teeth together.
“Fawn, I can do a lot of things.” I test out the range of motion he is allowing again, and this time he gives me a little more.
Then he gives me the rest, his hands moving from my waist to the hem of my shirt. As I slide down onto him, he lifts my shirt up and over my head and tosses it away, his eyes, mouth, and hands immediately going to my breasts.
Wasting no more time, I move immediately into a slow bounce and grind, my hands clasping around the back of his head to press him harder against my heavy, needy breasts. He adjusts his hands to the center of my spine so he can bury his head in my cleavage without me falling backward. Then he takes one nipple into his mouth, tastes it, and moves on to the other.
Tingles swirl through me, from breasts to pussy, and the first clench of an oncoming orgasm clamps me harder around him. My slow grind turns into a bounce again, breasts jiggling between the gentle nip of his teeth.
His natural reaction is to tighten his hold on me again, but I attempt to remedy that with a breathy and persuasive, “You like that, hmm?”
A low groan hums against my dampened nipple. I bounce again. Harder. Faster.
Zane groans, grips my hips, and aids in the up and down motion, assisting me. “Ahh, fuck.” He sucks in an aggressive inhale and growls out, “Come. Now.”
A whine-moan squeaks out of my throat, and my body explodes, convulsing around him, my fingernails digging into his forearms. “Oh, yeah. Ohhhh. Zaaaane.” Each word is choppy and breathless. But hearing his name pant from my lips is what ultimately makes him turn rigid and shove deep inside to fill me.
His spurts are aggressive and powerful, and he comes even longer and harder than I do with a low and drawn out growly grunt.
I collapse against him and feel at least two more intense squirts fill me before his arms go lax, and the drawn grunt turns into fast, recovery breathing.
He sucks in a shaky breath, chin propped on my shoulder. Just when I begin to assume we will likely be staying wrapped up like this until his cock is completely soft inside me, he surprises me, not for the first time tonight, by saying, “I want you to come for me again.”
I sit up straight and grin at him. “Okay.”
“Really?”
“Oh yeah.”
His taupe eyes float around the room but ultimately land on the bar counter before flicking down to where we are still joined and back up again.
Already loving wherever this is going, my smile gets bigger, straight giddy, and I bite down on my bottom lip. “How do you want me, Fawn?”
Instead of going flaccid inside me, I feel the twitch of new growth.
“On the counter, with your legs over my shoulders.”
I reach across the counter to collect a paper towel, but as soon as he realizes what I am about to do, he swats my hand away.
“As soon as we separate, it will make a mess,” I explain.
“Counting on it,” he volleys back, rushing the words out a bit anxiously.
Not wanting to press and spook him, I simply nod and quickly climb off his lap and onto the bartop, propping myself up on my elbows and forearms. Zane swivels in the stool, and I hook my legs over his shoulders as requested.
They lift and fall over a huge breath as his eyes cast down to my pussy. Just as the warm, thick sensation of his cum begins to leak out of me, his long fingers come to my entrance, swirl through the fluid, and he thrusts it back inside me, twisting and curving his fingers, and pulling them back out to bring them to his mouth.
In an incredibly bold move, his eyes meet mine as he tastes the mixture of us on his fingers. His long lashes flutter and close, and he hums in appreciation. When they open, they are no longer wide and innocent like a fawn but wild and hot like a buck ready to charge.
His hands palm the insides of my thighs, and he spreads me wider, his hooded eyes exploratory and consumed by the sight of his cum leaking from my pussy. My entire body fires up from the hungry attention, and a slow pulse returns to my swollen pussy.
More of him trickles out of me, but he is ready for it, and instead of using his fingers to keep it contained, this time he brings his mouth to me, and drags his hot, flat tongue along my taint, making sure to collect every bit of it with the curve of his tongue into my entrance. My pussy pulses around the breach, and a low moan hums from my chest.
He pauses, contemplative, his eyes narrowing upward from under his lashes at me. The heated and determined look nearly makes me come for him on the spot, but I behave and wait for him to make that call since he seemed so intrigued by it earlier.
Making sure he fully knows I am all in, no matter what idea is formulating in his head right now, I lick my lips in anticipation.
He straightens, his long cock standing at attention between us. Then he leans forward, brings our faces close, and brushes his lips against my mouth, encouraging me to open for him.