“Take one hand off the slats, and show me.” I remove one hand and press it to his head, guiding his mouth back to my clit. He chuckles, his hot breath centered on my clit. I buck against his mouth, grind shamelessly. Pleasure races through me, centers between my legs. He slides another thick finger into me, and I cry out, as every nerve fires. He finds a rhythm with his fingers, and his lazy licks become firmer, the pressure on my clit taking me to the precipice.
“Luke,” I cry out. “I’m…ohmigod, Luke…” My body explodes from pleasure, soaking his hand and mouth. He stays between my legs, lapping up all my juices, drinking me in and moaning like I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted.
My body vibrates, clenches, and I think I might have torn a few muscles, but oh my God, it was worth it. Never have I come so hard before, with such intensity.
He goes back on his heels, and wipes the moisture form his face. There is a small, satisfied grin on his mouth. “That, my little Katee Kat, is how it’s supposed to be done. Every fucking time.”
“Jesus, I’ve been missing out.”
“So have I,” he says so low that I’m not sure I heard him right. I’m about to ask until I see how swollen his cock is. Poor guy needs some attention, too. I sit up, take him into my hands, and stroke. His hips jerk, and I lean forward, take him into my mouth.
“Katee, fuck. We can’t. I’ll blow a load down your throat and I seriously need to put my cock in you.”
“But I want to taste you,” I say, even though I like the idea of his cock inside me.
“Tomorrow. Tomorrow, you can get down on your knees and suck me all day. Right now, I want your pussy back on display for me.”
We’re going to do this again tomorrow? I mull that over for a second, not sure it’s a great idea. Not that I don’t love what we’re doing. I do. But damn, he might just ruin me for any other guy.
“Now, Katee. On the bed, and spread for me.”
I fall back and open my legs. “Is this how you like to fuck, Luke?”
“For now, we’re going to fuck this way.” He pets my sex, soothing little strokes to prepare me for his girth. “But I’m going to take you in every fucking position. Under me, on top of me, on your knees, and even up against the wall.”
“Oh,” I say. “I’ve only done missionary.”
“And that’s why we’re going to do it all. How else will you know what you like?”
“True.”
He slides off the bed, and I instantly miss his heat. “What are you doing?”
“Condom,” he says and fishes one from his bag. He comes back to the bed, and settles on his knees between my spread legs.
I don’t take my eyes off him as he tears into it and sheathes himself. Once done, he taps my ass. “Lift.”
Not sure what he’s up to I lift my hips and he slides a pillow underneath me.
“Oh,” I say as he aligns my sex with his. “This isn’t quite the missionary position.”
“Missionary with a twist,” he says, and grips my hips. He drags me to him, and grabs hold of his cock. I take a breath, eager for him to fill me. “This way I get to see your face when you come for me.”
“I’m not sure I can come again,” I admit honestly, and he angles his head.
“Yeah, you will.” He positions his cock at my entrance, and holds my hips for leverage as he slowly slides in to me, offering me only one glorious inch at a time. My eyes roll back in my head as he stretches me.
“Doing okay, Katee?”
“That feels so damn good.”
“Your sweet cunt is squeezing my cock so goddamn hard, this might be over before it begins.” He enters me fully, seating himself high and excitement floods my system. I take in his face, the tortured way he’s clenching down on his teeth. Once again
my body begins to heat up, and my clit starts to throb all over again. I’ve never in my life had two orgasms in a row, but this man…well, I’m not sure what he’s doing to me. I only know that I like it. As I think about that, my mind rewinds, thinks back to how I thought it would be weird if Luke stopped treating me like one of the guys. Well, um, okay, maybe it’s not so weird, and maybe being treated like one of the girls is so much better.
I move my hips, encouraging him to fuck me. He starts moving, slow at first, but as his cock warms my body and creates friction against my G-spot, I begin shaking, and panting. Jesus, the man fucks like a God.
“That’s so goooooddd,” I cry out, and grab the slats to hold on. “Harder,” I cry out. “Fuck me hard, Luke.”