Drawn Deep (Afternoon Delight 2)

Going with it, he corkscrewed his finger in and out of her pussy, going deeper on each trip. “Like this?”

“Yeah. Use two fingers. Twist them together, make them thicker, like a cock. Like your cock. Work them in and out, curving up until you feel that swollen spot—right there. Right there, oh hell yeah. Perfect.” She leaned up on an elbow and huffed her hair out of her face. “Someone’s gonna get an A tonight.”

Chuckling, he eased out of her grip and returned to his place on the bed. “Shh. I have a pussy to eat.” The word tasted a bit foreign—she was right, he wasn’t exactly a dirty talker by nature—but he couldn’t deny the effect it had on his groin. So he said it again experimentally against her clit, drawing the s sound out into a long vibration. She groped for the pillow, driving her other hand into his hair to hold him in place. He rolled his tongue over her, still pumping inside, murmuring his encouragement. “How am I doing? Do you think you can come?”

“Do that thing with your fingers again. That twist. And keep sucking my clit. Don’t let up the pressure.” She panted between words, proving to him that she wasn’t protecting his feelings. She really was almost there. “Keep it steady. Please.” She moaned and ground her hips, pulling his face down into her in the sexiest fucking way. He fingered her hard, doing what she’d said, adding a hint of teeth to his suction.

She went wild, pelvis rotating as her walls contracted again and again. “God yes. Please. Don’t stop.”

“Not stopping. Ever. God. Keep coming. Let me have it.” He removed his hand and plunged his tongue into her still pulsing passage, spreading her legs wide as he feasted on what she’d given him. He’d never been starved like this before.

Scooping up her hips, he drew her against his face, burying his mouth in her succulent cleft, lapping and tonguing her until she let out a keening moan and nearly yanked out a handful of his hair. And then she was pulsing again, pouring that sweet honey over his lips and chin. Drenching him in her pleasure and acceptance and affection.

The instant he finished he had to turn away and encircle the base of his painfully aroused cock to stave off the orgasm threatening to leak all over his thighs.

At least she didn’t laugh. Much.

She dropped damp kisses along his shoulder then reached down and replaced his hand with hers, stroking him right back up to the crisis point. “Can’t waste this. What was it you wanted me to do before? My nails, here?” She grazed his lower stomach and he groaned, pressing his face into his arm. God, he didn’t

want to blow too soon. “Or was it here?” She cupped his sac, nails teasing the tight, sensitive skin. “How much can you take?”

He gritted his teeth. “Right now? Not much. I want to fuck you so goddamn bad.”

“Mmm, magic words.” She licked his neck, long and slow. “Roll on your back. I’m about to make both of our wishes come true.”

Chapter Nine

Michael sprawled in the pillows, satisfied beyond belief. Kim slept in his arms, face tucked into his neck, her leg curled around his. They’d made love twice before going back to sleep with the promise of myriad sexual positions to try once they woke up. He ran his hand over her hip. She was like an erotic candy store full of naughty things to try and dirty rides to take.

A lifetime wouldn’t be long enough to explore them all.

He’d known her five days and she’d already expanded his world so much. Having her around was like throwing open the curtains to the light after a lifetime spent fumbling in the dark.

“You’re awake.”

He smiled. “I am.”

“Here I thought I’d have to throw a bucket of water on your head to get you up again.” She glanced down their bodies to where his slumbering cock had roused. “Okay, so maybe not.”

Grinning, he tightened his grip on her and rolled them over on the bed until she was beneath him, her dark hair spilling over the pale blue sheets. Bright winter sunlight streamed through the window and highlighted her features—full rosy lips, tangled lashes, high cheekbones. Lines fanned out around her mouth but they only added to her beauty. She’d laughed a lot over the years. He wanted to make sure that never stopped.

“Thinking deep thoughts already.” Her finger smoothed over his brow. “Should I be afraid?”

He considered for a moment, caught between the desire to keep things exactly as they were and telling the truth. She tended to spook easy. If he held back—

If he held back, he wasn’t being him. Not really. She’d been attracted to his warts along with all the rest, reluctantly or not, so he had to trust she could handle even the parts that might make her worry.

“When we first started, I wanted to use you for a quick fuck.”

She frowned, those faint lines under her eyes digging in deep. “I think I’m insulted. Do I look like the kind of woman who can’t handle a long one?”

He laughed and framed her face between his palms. “Absolutely not. Now I know without a doubt that you can go and go and go. Good goddamn, woman.”

“I’m pretty sure it was you who went and went and went. And after making me think you were a stiff breeze away from a mess on my sheets.” She tsked under her breath.

“It’s your fault I was so close to disaster. You should make it up to me for putting me in that state.”

“I thought I did. More than once, I might add.” She smirked.