I shudder, groaning to release some of the wonderfully agonizing tension.
He brings his tongue to the very tip of my clit. Just a touch. A taste. But it's enough to make my whole damn body shake. To make me scream his name.
He slides his tongue over my clit, from top to bottom, with long, slow strokes. The tension inside me builds, tighter and tighter. He licks me again and again. It's almost too much to bear. Almost too much.
He licks faster, harder. Again and again and again. Quick flicks of his tongue against me.
My legs shake. I reach for anything I can grab onto.
His tongue is soft, wet, perfect. He brings his mouth to my clit, sucking gently. He licks me all over again, faster this time. I slide my knees apart, opening myself to him.
Almost. Almost.
Another lick, long and slow. I groan, tearing at the sheets. My sex clenches, tighter and tighter, almost there.
He licks me again. Again. Again.
The tension builds. A little more. A little tighter. Everything unleashes, an orgasm ripping through me.
He pulls back for a moment, as if to give me time to catch my breath. Then his tongue is back on me, licking me again, harder and faster.
My sex clenches, the tension inside me building quickly. Fuck. My legs shake all the way down to my damn feet.
The pressure builds and builds and builds, until I can't take it anymore. I come again, my body flooding with pleasure.
I push myself off the bed, starting to move. But his hands close around my hips, gripping me tightly.
"Back on your stomach," he says.
Fuck. I return my arms to the bed, spreading my legs apart for him.
He presses his palms into my ass, pressing me against the bed. His hands find my knees and he shoves them apart.
The tip of his cock strains against me, teasing me.
"Luke," I groan.
I throw away any resolve not to beg. I need to make him feel as good as I did. I need to make him come.
I slide my legs apart, arching my body into his.
He grabs my thighs, bring my body towards his.
His tip slips inside me. Fuck.
I savor the feeling for a moment. Pleasure courses through my body, to my nipples, my fingers, my lips, my toes. I arch into him and he squeezes my thighs, sliding his cock deeper inside me, filling me.
He groans, digging his hands into my hips. "Fuck, Alyssa."
His grip firm, he guides me. Slowly, back and forth, back and forth. I slide over his cock, feeling it against every inch of my sex.
His groans, his nails on my skin, his breath heavy. No more playing around. He moves faster, thrusting into me, again and again and again.
Fuck. I'm close already. Every nerve in my body is turned on. Every one of his thrusts feels damn intense. I sink my teeth into my lip, gripping the sheets for dear life.
He goes deeper. Harder. His nails dig into my skin, another sharp hint of pain.
He groans, louder and louder.