Then his tongue was pushing inside me, between my lips. Up and in and – oh! He pushed it in and out, slow and steady until I started to shake. His finger was busy too, using the softest pressure to strum my most sensitive spot.
Faster and faster he went. My fingers gripped his shoulders. My head tossed back and forth. My hips met his tongue with every thrust.
"That's it, darlin'… hmmfff… you're so tight… I can’t–"
I screamed as my whole body filled with light. My back slammed into the wall as I started to convulse. He didn't stop using his tongue and fingers on me. He didn’t ease up and let me come back down to earth.
If anything, he picked up the pace.
I shook all over the damn wall, my legs feeling like they did after a hard day in the saddle. Not just my legs, either. I felt like Jello, top to bottom. His hands went around my waist, as if he'd sensed it, immediately holding me up. He was so strong. And I felt so safe.
He was saying something as I came back to earth.
"You are one hell of a woman, Phee. Now let's see if we can do that twice…"
I moaned incoherently as he started in on me again.
This time was different thought. This time he was using his finger inside me. Stroking it in and out. I looked down just in time to see him pull my clit into his mouth and flick his tongue against it.
Hard.
I squealed and started to shake, orgasmic aftershocks rocking through me. He did it again. And again. And then he was flicking it against me, rapid fire.
I had no idea Clint could move his tongue that fast. I had no idea anyone could. The man was superhuman, to say the least.
That was it. It was too much. I screamed, this time even louder. He didn't stop, just slid another finger inside me, stretching me open. He kept flicking his tongue, faster and harder until I came a third time.
I felt limp as a noodle and soaking wet when he finally lifted his head.
"Damn darlin', you taste so sweet!"
He stood up and shrugged his shirt the whole way off, yanking my nightie up and over my head. I was completely bare to him. Meanwhile Clint was still in jeans. I felt so naked and exposed.
He grunted in appreciation as he looked me over.
As soon as he pressed my body against his bare chest, all my self-consciousness disappeared. He felt so warm… so big and strong. Plus, he couldn't look at me too closely when I was pressed up against him.
He kissed me, fiddling with his pants. I realized he was opening them, pulling them down a bit.
"I know, it ain't right. Your first time should be in a bed. But honey, I don't think I can wait."
I heard the crinkle of a package being torn and realized he was putting on a condom. He must have had one ready in his pocket. I should have been angry at him for being so damn sure of himself.
Instead, I wondered how many of those things he'd brought with him.
A lot, I was hoping.
Chapter Fifteen
Clint
Phoenyx Delancey was surely going to kill me with pleasure. But at least I would die a happy man.
I held the tip of my wrapped cock against her slippery little lips and pressed forward with a groan. Phee was tight as hell, but the work I'd already done to relax her was making it possible to wedge my well-above-average cock inside her.
Barely.
But dear Jesus it was a snug fit!
Hmmff… the girl felt like heaven.
This was not the proper way to do things, but it was too late to turn back now. Hell, it had been too late from the first moment I laid eyes on her! I'd been doomed to end up right here, screwing sweet little Phoenyx Delancey’s brains out on the floor, from the moment we'd met.
Boots off. Pants on. Condom on.
Even though every fiber of my being wanted to tear that condom off so I could feel her…
But that was dangerous. Even more dangerous than what I was already doing. I had tried to fight this insane attraction for as long as I could. And now I was damned to hell, not that I gave a toot. I exhaled, realizing I was holding my breath. Damn, the woman was squeezing me like a boa constrictor! I knew I was the first, but I'd never been with a virgin before. And I doubted anyone felt like this. This smooth, or silky, or electrifying.
Phee was also so strong from riding. I loved the way her thigh muscles flexed around my hips as I hoisted her up. There… I breathed a sigh of pleasure and relief. I could get in a little farther this way…