Midnight Days (White Nights 2)

Holding my gaze, he licks my folds from top to bottom. The pleasure arches my back. Like earlier, when he caressed my breasts, he teases me by tracing the outline of my entrance with the tip of his tongue, avoiding the spot where I need his touch the most. After every full circle, he licks a little harder and goes a bit deeper, slowly driving me crazy. By the time he’s tongue-fucking me, I’m shaking with need. When he finally draws my clit into his mouth and sucks softly, it only takes a few seconds before I come.

The orgasm spreads like languid heat from the center of my legs through the rest of my body. It creeps over me unhurriedly. The pleasure ripples like shockwaves after an explosion, rolling out in slow-motion and leaving goosebumps in its wake.

With one last, long lick, Alex raises his head to look at me. Pressing the pad of his thumb to my clit, he massages in a circle. Immediately, the ebbing need starts to build again. I always believed multiple orgasms were a myth, but Alex has proven me wrong. It’s almost too much. I’m oversensitive. Instead of fighting it, I throw back my head and let go. Relaxing my hips, I lie still for him, letting him manipulate my body into another climax.

It takes longer than the first time, but when my release hits, it’s quick and intense. The brutal pleasure makes my thighs quake. I’m still riding the high when he says in a hoarse voice, “Move up for me, kiska.”

I do as he says, scooting to the middle of the bed. My back has barely hit the mattress before he’s crawling over me again, his cock brushing over my inner thigh. Reverently, he kisses my belly and trails soft kisses on the undersides and upper curves of my breasts, working his way to my nipples. The reward for my patience is a sweet kiss on my left nipple. He circles the tip with his tongue before sucking on it with the same gentle treatment he gave my clit, while bringing a hand to my other breast to roll the nipple between his fingers.

I moan when he sucks a little harder. As if I haven’t just had two orgasms, my folds swell with arousal. My sex clenches around nothing, begging to be filled, but Alex isn’t to be hurried. He moves to the other breast, kissing and grazing my nipple with his teeth while laying a hand over the abandoned one. With his tongue and fingers, he works me into a frenzy, preparing me to take him.

He lifts his head to look at my face as he fists the base of his cock and aligns it with my entrance. Needing to hold onto him, I grip his shoulders.

“Tell me,” he says hoarsely, parting my folds with the broad head of his cock. “Tell me if it’s too much.”

My answer is to wrap my legs around his ass. We’ve waited two days, and now that I’ve decided to take this step, I want all of him. He advances cautiously, driving an inch into me. My inner muscles clench involuntarily around the intrusion, but I make a conscious effort to relax and let him inside.

He moves with excruciating gentleness, giving me a few seconds to adapt after every inch he claims. Holding back takes its toll on him. It’s evident in the sheen of sweat on his forehead and in the utter concentration etched on his features. When he’s finally so deep inside me that our groins are flush together, he cups my face and kisses my lips. The kiss is sweet. It’s both a tender compensation for and a subtle warning of what’s to follow.

Even two days apart was too long. Alex is too virile, his appetite for sex too insatiable. Framing my face between his palms, he holds my gaze as he pulls out until only the head of his cock is wedged between my folds. He holds still for a second before sliding back in. In spite of his size, my body accommodates him without difficulty. My arousal is slick, aiding his movement. Plus, he took the time to prime me. The stretch is intense enough to be just a little scary. If he’s not careful, he can tear me. The tinge of apprehension fuels me with adrenaline, increasing my tolerance threshold, and when his control finally slips, I’m ready.

As if sensing my final surrender, he pulls out and thrusts back. My skin tingles as his cock slides over ultra-sensitive nerve endings. Oral sex with Alex is great, but nothing beats the feeling of him filling me inside. Perspiration beads on his skin as he gives a few softer strokes. His hips fall into a rhythmic pattern, rocking our bodies together. The coarseness of his pubic hair brushes over my clit. The pressure of his groin on the bundle of nerves quickly makes my need climb again. I’ve never wanted to come so badly.