In a minute…
Maybe two.
Because as much as she wanted to wrap her lips around those barbells and play with them, as much as she wanted him to fill her pussy, as much as she wanted him to play with her nipples, too, she wanted to come with only his lips on her. She’d never climaxed with just a man eating her out before and without a toy or his fingers to assist.
He was a great kisser, but his mouth was put to better use right where it was. Because her orgasm was building…
“Make me come,” she begged. “Make me come, Rev. Make me…” Something shot out of her mouth and it could’ve been the devil fleeing during an exorcism… She didn’t know. She didn’t care.
But holy, holy, holy hell….
She shoved her face into the bed and smothered the scream from how intense the climax was that he caused. He didn’t let up, he continued to lick, suck and nibble until she couldn’t take any more. Until her clit was so sensitive and swollen, she whimpered and begged him to stop. As soon as he did, he took a fistful of her hair and guided her to a stand, spun her around and glued his lips to hers one more time.
She had not been expecting that. Her own taste on her tongue, on her lips. He kissed her until they were both forced to break free and gasp for air. He grabbed her under her arms and lifted her just enough to toss her onto the bed where she landed in the middle with a bounce.
He stood at the edge, his erection now an angry color and protruding straight out from his body like a javelin.
She took in his glistening lips, his shiny whiskers and his cat-who-ate-the-canary smile. “You are now my favorite meal,” he announced, then swiped his mouth and chin with his hand.
“Better than Dino’s loaded fries?”
“Never heard of them,” he teased but in a serious tone, putting one knee on the bed, then the other, the mattress rocking as his weight shifted.
She couldn’t pull her eyes from where his fist pumped his almost-purple cock.
“Spread your legs and bend your knees.”
Everything inside her quivered at that order. He wasn’t being dominant, but he was being demanding.
And she liked it. No, she fucking loved it.
Holy hell, she should’ve kidnapped him months ago and dragged him to some motel where no one could find them! She’d been going without him, without this, for months while he fucked sweet butts and other randoms!
Gah! The best sex she’d had in over a year was with her damn Rabbit! More than a year, because before that she had been dealing with the undead douchebag and all of his douchebaggery.
What. The. Actual. Fuck!
“Twelve!” exploded out of her mouth.
He paused while ripping open a condom wrapper and his brow wrinkled. “Twelve what?”
Oh my God, she hadn’t planned on releasing that into the universe. “Just… Just carry on.”
He didn’t. Instead, he narrowed his eyes on her. “Twelve what, Reilly? Twelve cracks upside my head with that damn club if anyone finds out about this? Yeah, you’re probably right.”
“No. Not that.”
“Twelve what, then?” He cocked an eyebrow, ignoring the latex disc now in his fingers. He would probably continue to ignore it until she explained.
“Orgasms. You owe me twelve.”
His other eyebrow joined the first one high up on his forehead. “How the fuck do I owe you twelve?”
She flapped a hand around. “Just hurry up and put that on.”
He glanced down at the condom in his hand, then back to her face. “Ain’t doin’ shit ’til you explain.”
She squeezed her eyes shut and sighed. Then she realized if her eyes were closed, she couldn’t see his delicious body. And, for shit’s sake, it was damn delicious. She was hungry for it. Starving, in fact.
“One orgasm for every month I went without.”
“Without what?”
“Having sex with you. Just… Ignore me. Well, don’t ignore me, ignore my random outburst.” She reached up, grabbed his nipple and tweaked it. His body jolted in response and his cock flexed.
At least that got him moving. He quickly rolled the condom over his cock that looked ready to burst open like a can of breakfast biscuits. “Gonna take it slow at first, ‘cause I’m already ready to bust a fuckin’ nut—”
“Less words, more action,” she urged, then bit her bottom lip as he moved to settle between her thighs.
“You’re fuckin’ tellin’ me to talk less?”
She giggle-snorted. This was no time for jokes. Hell no. Not with him settling his weight between her thighs and putting those nipple piercings within range of her mouth.
And fingers.
The hot crown of his cock poked her inner thigh. She shifted her hips in encouragement.
“Gonna take it slow, babe. Tellin’ you now… Been waitin’ for this far too fuckin’ long…”
He had?
She smiled up at him.