I quiet my legs as best I can and watch as he scoots down the line of my body, undoing the button on my jeans and pulling them and my underwear off in one swoop. It’s a surprising rush, to have him move so quickly after taking so much time with my breasts, and the mix of time once again rears its beautiful head.
Fierce and direct, he spreads my thighs with rough hands and puts his mouth to my exposed clit. The tiny amount of scruff on his face scrapes at my delicate flesh, making me jump in surprise. And then he pulls back and blows. Warm, sexy, unbelievably gentle, it feels like the touch of the faintest feather, but it’s enough to make my back leave the bed without the help of his hand at my neck.
“Ryan,” I moan, this time uncontrolled by some pseudodesire to stay within a boundary.
“You taste so fucking sweet, baby. I might have to eat you all night.”
I shiver.
“Will you let me eat you all night, Carly?”
Will I let him? Is that even a fucking question?
I nod fervently, and he smirks, the look of sheer pleasure magnifying his features magnificently. “Oh, sweet girl, you have no idea what you just signed up for.”
“I don’t?” I ask.
“No,” he says forebodingly. “But you’re about to find out.”
Ryan
Carly grabs on to my upper back tightly, her legs wrapped over my shoulders and her back against the wall above the headboard.
My cock out and hard, I stroke it as I do the same to her with my tongue for the second hour in a row. My mouth is raw, but she tastes just as sweet as the first lick, and I won’t stop until she can’t open her goddamn eyes anymore.
“Ryan,” she cries again, her I’ve-officially-lost-count orgasm hitting her so hard, her whole body slams into the wall. I eat voraciously, sucking in every last drop of her pussy’s offerings as the warm walls inside her pulse around my tongue. She yanks and tugs at my hair, the overwhelming tiredness of her body taking away any and all measure of her movements.
I squeeze the base of my cock and flip her around on the bed again, her back to the messy tangle of sheets we’ve created. “Again,” I command, forcing her legs apart and licking one, long swipe up the center of her tender pussy.
She screams, shaking her head with fluttering eyelashes, willing her eyes to stay open. “I can’t.”
“You can,” I disagree, circling the tight bundle of her clit with my tongue and then slapping it lightly with my hand. Her back arches, and with just the pressure of one finger on the tight bud of her ass while I shove another finger inside her pussy, she comes all over again.
She screams and writhes on the bed, and I know with absolute certainty, one more orgasm is all it’ll take to make her pass out cold.
While she tries to recover, whimpering slightly into the comfort of a wad of sheets, I grab a condom from my bag and slide it over the top of my dick and roll it down.
My balls throb with the need to come, a pleasure I’ve denied myself entirely until this very moment.
Because I wasn’t lying when I told Carly I had one goal tonight: to take her to the very brink of utopia without service to myself until I was absolutely positive she could enjoy nothing more.
I was to chase her pleasure, and her pleasure alone, as many times as her body would allow.
“Oh my God,” Carly breathes as I climb back onto the bed and push my hips in between hers, her eyes on my dick and the condom that covers it. “You’re actually going to use your penis?”
I smile at that; I can’t help it. There aren’t very many women like Carly Page, and for that, I’m glad. I’m pretty sure I’d have a much bigger criminal record if there were.
“I am. Think your pussy can handle coming for me one more time?”
“I really want to say something convincing like, Fuck yes, it can. But, Ryan…I’m really not sure. Your stamina is like…almost otherworldly. Like, I think you might be an alien life-form from the planet Sextune.”
I chuckle.
“Does that mean you know the answer to what my goal for tonight is?”
“Um…is it to kill me?”
I shake my head. “Nope. But don’t worry. I’m going to give you one more chance to learn.”
She watches avidly through sleepy eyes as I resettle my hips between her legs, lift her calves to wrap them around my back, and sink my cock into the sweet heat of her pussy.
It feels smooth and welcoming, and a guttural groan grabs me by the balls and threatens to make me come immediately. To be fair, I’ve been holding back my orgasm for the longest time I’ve ever fucking managed, but I refuse to let myself screw up the chance to make her come again—one last time.