I love having that effect on him. At least I’m not the only hungry one here.
“Lie down,” he commands.
I lay across the edge of the bed and shiver in anticipation. He strides across the room toward me, pulling off his suit as he comes. He leaves the tie on, though loosely, but pulls his shirt out from under it, and drops his pants along the way. I can see the strain of his cock from here, desperate and hungry, and I resist the urge to cry out in victory.
Yes. This is it. He’s going to fuck me, finally, and it’s going to be every inch as amazing as it felt when he came in my mouth, or when I came on his hand.
Then he drops to his knees beside the bed, grabs my hips, and pulls me to the edge of the bed. His fingers hook under the lingerie and pull it down, expertly, tossing it to the side. My ass hangs over the edge of the bed, my body splayed across it, and I shiver as the cool air of the penthouse reaches the wet spot at my core.
Pierce doesn’t leave me cold for long. He leans in and trails his tongue up my thighs, one and then the other, blazing a hot, searing path along my skin. I tremble and I groan his name through gritted teeth, which makes him pause and look up, meeting my eye.
“I’ve been waiting to taste you since the moment I first saw you, Bonnie,” he tells me. Then his tongue delves into my pussy, and I arch my back, crying out. He pulls out again, lapping along the crease where my legs meet my hips, coming back now and again to taunt me, digging his tongue deep into me and then circling my clit, teasing.
My head falls back onto the bed, and my hips rise to meet him. I drop my hands to run my fingers through his hair, and when he doesn’t stop me, I clench my fists in his dark, silk-smooth hair and pull him harder against me. He listens, giving me what I want. His tongue dives all along my pussy, licking me slowly from back to front, before he slides his tongue between my lips and wraps his mouth around my clit, sucking hard for a second. I groan, and his tongue circles my clit again, harder, faster.
I lose track of what he’s doing as his hands join the mix. One slides under me to squeeze my ass, hard, and the other presses into my pussy again, his finger curling so the pad digs into the front wall of my vagina. He rubs me hard there, like he’s beckoning me forward, and my body responds, arcing off the bed, my hips rocking with each thrust. His tongue lashes my clit, relentless, and I can’t think straight, it feels too fucking good.
I writhe across the bed, desperate, flying so close to the edge I can taste it. Every time I nearly climax, though, he knows—his hand, splayed across my stomach, feels my muscles tense, and every time, he backs off, his smile widening every time I curse him and wriggle and beg for him to finish me.
Finally, after what feels like forever, he pulls my hips off the bed, hugging me to his face, and licks my clit so hard and so fast, in rapid circles, that I can’t help myself. I scream his name as I crash over the edge into orgasm. My pussy clenches around his finger, still buried inside me, and my body shakes with the force of that peak.
But he’s not ready to stop there.
His tongue keeps going, if anything harder than before, and it’s so much sensation that it almost burns past pleasure into pain. I fist my hands in his hair, torn between pushing him away and wanting more, because I can’t handle this, I’ll go mad from feeling so much at once, but before I can decide, I crash into my next orgasm, groaning aloud, shaking.
He drops my hips back to the bed, and licks one finger, long and slow, eyes on me. Then, without warning, he presses that finger against the entrance to my ass.
“I’m going to claim your ass tonight, Bonnie,” he tells me.
I’m too shaken from the last orgasm to speak yet. All I can do is widen my eyes and gasp, as he gently presses his finger into my ass.
My body is tense, clenched, but he runs his other hand up my chest to stroke the back of my neck gently. “Relax,” he breathes, and I obey, letting go of control.
His finger slides all the way into my ass, starts to glide in and out slowly, and with each stroke, I relax more. This feels good.
Really good, actually. Way better than I expected. Not the way his finger in my pussy felt, all nerves firing and climax impending, but a different kind of sensation, like he’s filling me up.