But just when I was sure I was going to fall over the edge, he pulled back, resting his chin on my pelvic bone, smiling up at me when I whined.
"Not yet," he said, shaking his head as he lifted up enough to slide my panties down, then kissing his way up my ankle, calf, knee, inner thigh, everywhere but where I needed him the most.
Eventually, need overpowered any lingering shyness. My hand grabbed the back of his head, dragging him between my thighs. A small chuckle moved through him just a second before his tongue slid up my cleft. He worked my clit in slow, light circles as his hand slid between, tapping against the entrance to my body without pressing in for several torturous moments before, without any warning, they surged inside, making my back arch, my hips jolt up, my fingers to sink into his skull as a strange, animalistic moan escaped me.
An approving sound vibrated through Niro and against my clit as his fingers started to thrust, slowly, lazily at first, then faster as my body urged him on. My hips ground against him with shameless abandon as my whimpers became loud moans.
"No," I cried out when he pulled away just as suddenly as he had the first time, right before the waves could crest through my system.
"I need to feel you come," he told me, voice rough as he sat back on his heels, reaching up to pull off his shirt, fetching a condom out of his wallet, then started to undo his pants.
That movement seemed to snap me out of my own selfish needs, reminding me there was more to be enjoyed than a quick orgasm.
I'd never get my first chance to explore his body again. I didn't want to waste it.
I moved to sit up, brushing his hands away, working his button and zipper free myself, then sliding out from under him to start slipping his pants down. Then, greedy for more, going back for his boxers as well.
My gaze slid up to his, seeing him watching me with an intense sort of focus.
"Sit," I urged, pushing him back toward the cushions so I could move to straddle him once again, sealing my lips over his until mine felt swollen and tingly again, then blazing a path downward. Across his jaw, his neck, his collarbone, down the center of his chest.
"Andi..." he said, the sound a pained plead, as I scooted lower, slipping between his legs, to continue my path down. Between his abs, feeling the muscles twitch as my lips and tongue traced over them.
One of Niro's hands slipped up my shoulder, then the side of my neck, fingertips bruising in for the barest of seconds before landing on the back of my neck—a steady, firm pressure, but not urging me lower. It wasn't like I needed urging anyway.
Moving to kneel on the floor, my hand slid to his hard length, closing around it. At the sharp intake of his breath, my gaze slid upward, watching him watch me as I leaned forward, running my tongue over the heat, finding myself fascinated by the ticking muscle in his jaw, his fingertips clenching at the back of my neck, his hips gently thrusting upward into my mouth.
I wanted to watch him.
But I wanted to give him a hint of what he'd given me a little bit more.
I worked him the same way he'd done me. Unhurried, almost a little lazily, driving him up slowly.
His fingers shifted up into my hair, curling, but letting me lead as his breath got harder, faster, as quiet groaning sounds escaped him.
"Andi..." he growled, voice tight. "Andi, wait..." he tried, letting out a shaky breath. "Baby, stop," he demanded, yanking on my hair until he slipped out of my mouth.
Taking a deep breath, his hand slid from my hair to my jaw, his thumb tracing over my swollen lower lip for a moment before reaching for me, drawing me back on his lap, then sealing his lips over mine once again.
It wasn't long until my own need overtook me, making me shift my hips until his hard length pressed against my cleft.
A shudder coursed through me as Niro pulled back, watching me slide against him for a moment before fetching the condom, reaching between us to secure it, then slipping his hand up my thigh to settle on my hip, urging me upward.
There was something mingling with the need in my core, something coiled and undeniable, as I rose up, as I felt the tip of him press against me, as he started to slip inside.
A rightness.
A soul-level rightness that I couldn't have known existed, something I'd never experienced with a man before.
Niro's breath shuddered out of him as my hips dropped on his lap again, as he was buried deeply inside.