I’m shocked that, only a few minutes later, pleasure begins to gather deep inside me. But why am I shocked? This is the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced. I feel embarrassed and ashamed at how vehemently I protested to him that this never happens for women—he must have thought I was such a fool. I hate Daniel for making me think that. I resent him deeply.
But I’m not going to think about him now. Marc’s tongue is working magic down there, and I can feel all the tiny muscles deep inside me winding tighter and tighter. Oh God, I think I’m going to come like this… I’m astounded, and I give a deep, shuddering breath. But as my climax approaches, he lifts up on the bed, moving up over me.
Giving deep, ragged breaths, I look up at him with some frustration, not sure whether to tell him how close I am. As soon as I look at him, though, I can tell that he knows. He slides off his boxers, and then leans either side of my shoulders, looking down at me with sympathy.
“Sorry,” he murmurs. “Next time I’ll take you all the way like that. But tonight, the first time you come, I want to be inside you.”
Next time? He was serious—he gives a woman an orgasm every time he sleeps with her. For the first time, I understand why people make such a fuss about sex. If a woman were to have a real partner like this, I can see why she might never get out of bed.
Past the point of sensible speech, I let him kiss me, my face flaming at the thought of where his tongue has just been, and then he presses the tip of his erection into my folds.
“Ready?” he whispers. “You’re sure?”
I nod, and he pushes his hips forward and slides inside me.
There’s no pain at all; he’s all the way up in one smooth thrust, filling me, and I close my eyes and groan as I feel myself stretch to accommodate him.
“Ah, Poppy.” He kisses my lips, my cheek, my eyelids. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long.” He withdraws a little and pushes forward again. My body seems on fire, as if it’s been super-heated. Each thrust he gives sends a ripple of pleasure running through me, and I return his kiss hungrily, clutching my fingers in his hair.
He moves slowly, and it’s so sensual, that slide of him through my sensitive skin, so much more erotic than having a guy hammer away. He should teach classes on this—he’d make a fortune.
Mmm… that feels so great… He pushes my knees higher, wrapping my legs around his waist, and stills for a moment as he pushes forward, oh God, so deep inside me… Then he begins moving again, kissing me, delving his tongue into my mouth. The sexy slide of it against mine matches the rhythm of his hips, and I’m sure I’m melting inside, turned into liquid pleasure by his slow, regular thrusts.
I run my hands up his arms, over his shoulders, down his back, loving the feel of his muscles moving, like a machine, with no sense of urgency. I never knew sex could feel like this… so loving… His mouth is tender, his lips and tongue teasing me… mmm…
His hips are moving a little faster now, but I don’t mind, it feels good, it feels so good… Oh wow, pleasure is building again, tightening me up as if I have a spring inside. He lifts up onto his hands, and as he rocks his hips, he grinds against my clit… oh jeez… that feels amazing… Oh… I can feel it… way off in the distance…
“Oh God, don’t stop, don’t stop,” I beg him. It’s almost in reach… I’ve never felt like this before, never…
“I won’t.” He bends to kiss me. “I’m taking you all the way, honey. Relax and let it take you. Come for me.”
I’m so close… I can’t believe it… Oh God, don’t stop… I let my knees fall to the side and my thighs open, and all there is in the world is Marc’s hot mouth and that sweet spot in my belly that’s so tight it’s almost hurting… I want to… I can’t quite… I’m almost…
He bends and covers my nipple with his mouth and sucks gently, and that tips me over the edge. Pleasure sweeps over me, everything tightens, and the pulses start, deep and powerful, forcing me to cry out loud as I clench around him. He kisses up to my mouth and covers it with his own, and I feel wholly his at that moment, I belong to him, as if he’s climbed a mountain and planted a flag to claim me. He thrusts harder, but it doesn’t hurt; somehow it just prolongs my orgasm, which seems to go on forever, making me cry out with its intensity.