My legs shook and I threw my arms around Jay’s broad back as he curled his finger and began to caress me. The pleasure spilled through me like hot, bubbling, golden waves seizing my body and tensing my muscles.
I pressed my face into the crook of his neck and gently closed my teeth around his skin as he fingered me. Eagerly, I began to grind my hips against him, urging him deeper. He responded with a second finger, stretching me open and touching me in a way no other man ever had.
“Oh my god, baby…” I whispered. “You feel so good.”
Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, Jay did something incredible; with his fingers still inside me, he pressed his thumb against my clit sending a bolt of pleasure through me that was so intense, I immediately found myself with my mouth hanging open on the verge of climax.
“You like that, don’t you, duchess?” Jay whispered as his thumb circled my swollen little pleasure button. For once, his little tease-term for me didn’t anger me. In fact, in this situation, he actually turned me on even more.
“You’re amazing…” I moaned back as a white light bloomed within me, forcing my head back and my mouth open.
“I can feel it,” he purred. “You’re close.”
“Yes!”
“Your pussy is getting even tighter on my fingers.” His voice was warm honey dripping all over me.
The white light continued to grow as his thumb played skillfully around my clit that was dripping with my arousal. I reached out and clutched his powerful arms with my hands as he pressed down with his thumb and sent me over the edge.
“I’m coming, Jay!”
“Come for me, duchess.”
And I did.
The white light engulfed me, blinded me and shook my body like an earthquake. Molten waves of bliss cascaded through me as the man of my dreams did things to my body I could have n
ever imagined.
I cried out and pressed my forehead against his, opened my eyes and stared at him with the culmination of five years of being deprived of his presence. He smiled.
He knew what he was doing to me.
He knew that I was his.
My body quivered as the last of the most intense experience of my life surged through me and I collapsed onto the couch, my heart racing and chest heaving.
Jay stripped out of what was left of his shirt and quickly undid the top button of his pants. My mouth fell open as he slid his boxers down and revealed himself to me.
It may have been the first dick I’d ever seen in real life, but that didn’t stop me from being in total awe. It stood out straight from his body, curving just slightly up, and a glistening strand of precum dripping from its swollen tip.
He was manscaped—just slightly—and his balls hung taut beneath his thick shaft, and as I stared, all I could think about was the cum pooling up inside them.
My mouth was watering and my pussy was dripping. Every fiber of my body was crying out for him. I couldn’t take it anymore and reached out and took him by his strong arms and pulled him down on top of me.
“I want you inside me,” I whispered.
I couldn’t handle any more foreplay. There wasn’t any reason for it anyway. Jay was obviously ready to go and so was I.
“You want it, duchess?” He pressed his handsome smirk against my lips then withdrew slightly, causing me to lick back with my tongue and smile.
“Take me, my handsome fisherman. Take me now.”
And he did.
Chapter Seven
Jay