It wasn’t until I felt his lips shift between my breasts and start moving downward that my eyes flew open, watching as his hands left my shirt and drifted down to the front of my pants, working my button and zipper free.
I don’t think I was even fully putting the pieces together as I watched Cary go down on his knees in front of me as his hands started to draw my pants and panties downward. I was just lost in the moment, completely at his mercy.
But then I was stepping out of my pants, and Cary was grabbing my leg and draping it over his shoulder.
Just a second before I felt his mouth between my thighs.
The shock of the sensation had my entire body jolting hard, a movement that had Cary’s eyes opening as he looked up at me, maybe trying to gauge my reaction even as his tongue found my clit and started to circle it.
I’d been touched, sure, but this, well, this was something entirely new for me. Because this was pure selflessness, and I’d never known that in a supposed “partner” before.
There was a moment of uncertainty, of stunned disbelief. But it wasn’t long before the sensations took over, flooding me with this sense of urgency, this need that had to be fulfilled or I was sure I was going to burst.
My hips rocked against him, seeking more of the sensation, trying to get closer to that edge I felt like I was teetering on.
Cary’s hand slid between us, two of his fingers tapping at the entrance of my body for a long moment before slowly sliding inside, and thrusting lazily as his mouth continued to work my clit.
Inside me, his fingers turned, then started to stroke against my top wall, creating a new sensation, something just as needy, just as overwhelming.
“Cary…” I whimpered as my hands grabbed at him, dug in, feeling like I was being swept away, and not entirely sure that felt safe.
But then his lips sucked hard and his fingers stroked, and the pleasure slammed through my system, stealing my voice, leaving me gasping for breath as the waves kept crashing and crashing, making me feel completely out of control of my body as my thighs shook, as I half-folded forward over him.
His tongue and fingers kept working me through the orgasm, dragging it out until my body was spent.
Only then did Cary move to stand, pressing me back against the wall again, his lips sealing over mine as his fingers started to thrust inside me once more.
It seemed impossible but the desire started to spark again, making my thighs clench, and my walls tighten around him.
“We can stop,” he murmured against my lips, even as his hardness told me just how difficult it was for him to say that.
“No,” I murmured back, feeling brave as my hands slipped down his chest, feeling the defined muscles twitch under my touch as I sought the front of his jeans, pressing my hand against the head of his cock through the thick material.
A low, groaning sound muffled against my lips as I touched him.
Gaining confidence, my hand moved inward, working his button and zipper free, then slipping inside, finding the long, warm, hardness of him and closing my hand around him. His body stiffened as his breath caught as my fingers shifted upward, as my thumb moved over the head of his cock.
My sex clenched hard around his fingers as I imagined him slipping inside of me, stretching me, making me his.
“Fuck,” Cary hissed, his forehead pressing to mine as he started to thrust harder and faster inside me.
My hand found the same rhythm on his cock, both of us driving each other up.
“Cary, please,” I whimpered, desperate to feel him inside of me. “Please,” I tried again as he pulled back to look down on me, like he needed more confirmation than my desperate pleas.
On a growl, his fingers left me as he reached behind him, finding his wallet and pulling out a condom.
He gently pushed my hand away from him so he could protect us before he grabbed my leg again, dragging it up around his hip.
His cock slid against my cleft, thick and hard, just sliding up and down against me, driving me up again.
“Cary,” I cried, my hands sinking into his upper arms.
His hips shifted and his head pressed against me for one long second before he surged inside me, filling me completely.
A surprised moan escaped me as I adjusted to him.
“Fuck,” Cary hissed, sucking in a deep, steadying breath, trying to hold himself together.
But I didn’t want him to hold it together. I wanted for both of us to fall apart.
I held onto him to steady myself as I lifted my other leg, wrapping around him, my ankles crossing behind his back.