“Oh fuck, you are good at that,” he grits out. With his hand palming the back of my head, he guides me against him a few more times before he holds me back and separates us. “Maybe a little too good,” he adds.
My pants are still on, but Shane quickly takes care of that, stripping me of my jeans and underwear in a few easy motions, before pushing me onto the bed and taking up position between my legs.
I’ve been going at him like we’re on some sort of deadline, but he takes his sweet time, laying kisses along my inner thighs and smoothing his rough hands over my entire midsection before eventually zeroing in on the spot where I want him most. My pussy is dripping for him by the time he finally brings his tongue to my center and laps up my juices.
When I moan, he pauses to look up at me, his big smile making him even more gorgeous. Then he dives back in, taking cues from my sounds and movements, repeating what I like, and working with determination to make me come.
It doesn’t take long.
With two fingers curled inside me and his tongue steadily flicking over my clit, he gets me off in record time, and he keeps me riding the peak when he sucks on my little pleasure nub while humming, creating a vibration that I somehow feel in every part of me. This man knows things.
He’s so good at eating my pussy that when he pulls away, a proud grin spread across his face, I would almost be satisfied if we were done for the night.
Almost.
But there’s no reason to stop now.
4
You’re going to want more
I flip onto my stomach and rise on all fours, offering Shane my favorite position as he stands at the foot of the bed.
“Do you have a condom?” I ask. My nightstand is stocked, but he’s also prepared, pulling one from his wallet and sheathing himself.
Again he takes his time, stroking his hand over my ass and down the back of my thigh as he surveys the scene. “You have a very pretty pussy, Becca.”
I’m so ready for him, and can’t decide if I like this pause for appreciation or if it’s making me horribly impatient.
“It’s going to feel really good wrapped around your cock,” I tell him.
“Damn right.” He pinches my thigh and follows with a tame slap to my butt cheek before he lines up the head of his cock at my opening.
Instead of waiting for him, I push back, taking the tip of him inside me. I go for more, but he keeps distance between us. “What’s your rush?” he asks, teasing me.
“I need you to fuck me,” I groan, squeezing a fistful of blanket in frustration. “Why are you going so slow?”
“Some things are meant to be savored.” And then he shows me what he means. He pushes into me so slowly that it’s delicious torture. He slides in a few inches, and then retreats, leaving the thick head of his cock just inside my entrance. He caresses my body and reaches between my legs to rub my clit, all the while denying me the fullness that I want so badly from him.
He draws a finger down my spine and I realize that my every nerve ending is standing at attention. By the time he gives himself to me fully, my legs are quivering and I feel like I’m about to collapse from sheer desire.
Being denied what I wanted makes the fulfillment so much more satisfying than I even expected. Apparently Shane was being tortured too, because we groan in unison when our bodies finally join. The stretch, the depth, the fullness, the feeling of his body pressed tight against mine — it all feels better, more heightened, than it’s ever felt before. At least, it seems that way.
He starts to move in me, completely abandoning his glacial pace. With each thrust, his rhythm and intensity increase, until he’s slamming into me, shaking my bed with each pump, his fingers digging into my hip to keep us connected.
An orgasm races up just as quickly, overtaking me almost before I register it’s coming. “Ah, Shane, oh fuck!”
He pounds into me harder still when he hears that I’m coming, and I fucking love it.
My pussy’s going to be sore tomorrow, and I’m going to be nothing but glad.
I grab tighter at the blanket and squeeze my eyes shut so hard that I see stars. “Oh fuck, Shane!” Thank god that Jade’s not home, because there’s no way I could keep quiet about what I’m feeling.
He keeps fucking me through my climax, but gradually slows his pace as I recover. When I’m coherent again, I intentionally squeeze my inner muscles, hoping to bring about his release, but after a few more thrusts, he pulls out.