“Take it off. ”
It was difficult for me to focus on removing my bra with him toying with me. Each new brush of his fingers, even through the cotton, was torturous. I ground my hips upwards to meet his hand, wanting more than what he could give me with my underwear in the way.
The bra was gone, and so my part of the bargain was fulfilled. It was my turn to make demands. “Touch me. ”
“I am touching you. ” The smirk on his lips was ruthless.
“More. ”
He hooked a finger around the side of my underwear and sank it deep inside me, feeling me from within. I gasped.
“Touch you like that?” he asked.
“Yes. ”
He withdrew his finger and pulled my underwear off. “Then I won’t need those. ”
I expected his finger to resume its previous endeavors, but instead he moved lower down my body and nudged my thighs apart, settling himself between them. If his previous smile had been ruthless, this grin was downright cruel.
The first lap of his tongue took me by surprise. It wasn’t as though I didn’t know what he was planning, the way he’d wedged himself in front of my pussy made it pretty evident, but I still wasn’t expecting the first lick. His tongue was cool, the way it had been in my mouth, and I groaned at the surp
rising way it felt against my own hot center.
“Holden…”
Further words slipped right out of my brain when he started flicking his tongue over my clit. The speed and precision of his attentions made all sensible language vanish, and soon I could only make short gasping pleas. Even if I wanted to give him direction—which seemed pointless given his apparent mastery over me—I wouldn’t have been able to say a word as simple as faster right then. Two syllables were two too many.
No human tongue could have managed the pace he was keeping, and my legs began to twitch, shudders rocking my body as he pushed me to the edge of orgasm faster than I’d ever been brought there in my life. He slid two fingers inside me and pumped them in and out a fraction slower than his tongue was moving.
I locked my legs around his back, digging my heels into his shoulders, and shrieked as the orgasm swelled and spilled over. My inner walls clutched at his fingers as I violently shuddered in the aftershock, and my limbs came undone and I lay limply on the floor.
“Holy shit. ”
He placed a kiss on my belly and licked the sensitive skin below my navel, making me whimper in protest.
“Don’t go soft on me now. ”
“Uhn,” I replied.
He took my newly liquefied hand and held it against his rock-solid erection. Wetness repooled between my legs when I felt how ready he was. The pun of his softness statement hit me, and I chuckled lightly.
“What’s so funny?” Apparently laughing at a man when his cock is in your hand is a bad idea.
“No risk of you going soft,” I said quickly, so he knew I wasn’t laughing at him. Something told me having his hard length inside me would be no laughing matter, and I was desperate with the need to be proven right.
“Do you want to move?” He nodded to the bed.
“I want you inside me. ”
“But do—”
“Now. ” I gently squeezed him through his briefs, stroking his shaft and cupping his balls, tugging them towards me. “Please. ”
The bed was a foot away, but if it meant he was in me even a second later than he could be on the floor, the bed could fuck itself. Comfort was my last priority in that moment.
He pushed his underwear down, freeing his erection, and for the first time I got to see what I’d been dreaming about for so long. He wasn’t as thick as Desmond, but his cock was long and perfectly proportioned. The skin was pale, and when I wrapped my fingers around it, I marveled at how smooth it was, like polished marble.
I gave him a few firm strokes, wanting to feel the texture of him in my hand before I let him inside me. I’d have liked to wrap my lips around his head and see how it felt in my mouth, but I was past foreplay now. I needed him.