"Oh, God, Hunter…" I cried out as my orgasm crested. He kept his mouth on me, sucking me so intently. I tried to stop him because it was too much, but he only slowed the motion of his tongue. I shuddered beneath him, gasping from the sensations that rocked through my body.
My response was so intense it startled me. When he finally removed his mouth from me, I collapsed back, covering my eyes with a hand.
I felt embarrassed that he could make me respond that way. Someone who I knew hated me. Someone to whom I hadn’t spoken more than a few dozen words in five years.
But I'd gone months without a lover and clearly, all my solo masturbatory sessions hadn’t been enough to keep me fulfilled.
I needed a man. Hunter had proven that to me more clearly than anything else could have.
"That was fast, " he said and when I opened my eyes, he was grinning up at me, his face still above my pussy, his fingers still deep inside me. "A little needy, are you, Celia?"
I couldn't help but clench around his fingers when he licked me slowly once more.
"Oh, God," I gasped, his tongue sending new shivers through me.
"You’re ready for more," he said and pulled out his fingers. "Nice and wet. I'll give you more. I'll give you this," he
said and knelt between my thighs, his thick hard shaft in his hand. Precum dripped from the head. He crawled on top of me, his knees on either side of my chest and leaned his hands against the wall so that his cock was positioned over my face.
"Suck me again," he ordered. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue to receive him, licking the precum from the tip, tasting him. I took the head in my mouth once more and sucked while he gripped the shaft, feeding me his cock slowly. "That's nice."
He thrust slowly in my mouth and I did my best to keep my teeth from the head, sucking him when he thrust, releasing when he pulled out. His body was taut above me, his muscles all tense. I wondered if he'd come in my mouth but he pulled off completely. I licked my lips, waiting for what he wanted next.
"I'm going to fuck you until you come on my cock, Celia," he said, his voice low, sexy.
I knew he would, and I knew I would, because sucking him, tasting him, watching him feed me his cock had aroused me once more. I needed to come again, and knew I would if he filled me up and fucked me.
He leaned over to the bedside table and removed a condom, unwrapped it, and unrolled it over his erection. Then he crawled lower on the bed and lifted my hips so that one thigh was on either side of his hips. He leaned over me while he knelt like that and pressed the head of his cock against my clit, rubbing the head all over my slit. I could feel how wet I was, the head of his cock sliding easily up and down my flesh, around my clit and then down again to the entrance to my body.
I closed my eyes and let the sensations wash over me as he built me back up again with his cock. One hand grabbed one of my breasts, squeezing, his thumb circling the nipple until it was hard. He leaned down for a moment and sucked each nipple, biting each one gently before licking them to soothe them.
"You're so fucking beautiful," he murmured as he rose and watched while he rubbed his cock against my clit. "I'm going to fuck you hard."
When he pressed the head of his cock against the opening to my body, I gasped, needing him to fill me up, almost desperate to feel him stretch me open wide.
"Do you want me, Celia?" he asked, poised at the opening, his thumb circling my clit in lazy strokes that drove me wild with need.
"Yes," I managed, barely able to speak.
"What do you want me to do, Celia?" he asked. "Say it."
I licked my lips. "Fuck me," I whispered.
"Louder," he said.
"Fuck me," I said more forcefully. I remembered him playing with me like that years ago, wanting me to beg. "Please," I added and he smiled.
"Why should I?" he asked, not satisfied with just my begging. "Why should I fuck you and make you come, Celia? Tell me."
"Because I need it," I replied, and it was true. I needed to feel his cock inside of me. All the way.
"You need it, do you? How long has it been since you had a cock inside you?"
He kept pressing gently at my opening, kept stroking my clit.
"Eight months."
He frowned at that. "Eight months? Fuck," he said, his voice incredulous. "How can you survive so long without sex? Jesus…"