“Don’t think,” he ordered. “Feel.”
That was the problem. I was feeling too much!
A sharp slap to the side of my hip had me gasping and squirming, while also narrowing my eyes.
“You bastard!” I growled. “What was that for?”
He grinned, then leaned forward and sucked my clit into his mouth.
It wasn’t possible to keep that smug smile on his face while also having my clit in his mouth, but he accomplished it. I didn’t know whether to applaud him for his ingenuity or smack him across the head for being proud of himself for eliciting that reaction out of me.
He was right, though. I was thinking too much.
I needed something to do with my mouth, something to make my brain turn off. Something to keep me occupied.
Something like him.
“Flint.” I tugged on his hair. “I want to suck your cock.”
His head lazily came up and he started blinking like I’d stunned him speechless.
And maybe I had because he’d frozen with his fingers buried inside of me and his mouth hovering inches above me.
“Please?” I rolled my lower lip down into a pout, and suddenly I was back over the top of him, this time with my vagina in his face and his massive penis in mine.
The next second, he was ripping the condom off and tossing it onto the floor.
I made a mental note to remind myself that I needed to pick that up before my cleaning lady came the next day. How embarrassing would it be for Marsala to find that?
“Thought you wanted to suck my cock?” he teased. He pinched me on my ass. “Focus.”
I couldn’t. The particular appendage was what had started all of my inner turmoil.
I leaned down and pressed my lips to the head. He smelled of me and latex, and I experimentally leaned forward and took the tip into my mouth.
He hissed so loud that I looked up, worried that I’d hurt him in some way.
I turned my head to look at him over my shoulder.
His head was thrown back, and the veins in his arms and neck were standing out so starkly that I wanted to run my fingers over them.
Smiling devilishly, I experimentally licked him again, causing him to curse.
He stayed still, though. No matter what I did. How far I took him into my mouth.
By the time I’d enjoyed myself thoroughly, I knew that I was ready for him.
While I’d been busy with him, he’d completely and utterly forgotten all about me.
But that didn’t matter. I was well and truly wet, and I highly doubted that I couldn’t take him at this point.
I was probably dripping onto his face at this point. Not that he seemed to mind or anything.
Crawling off of him, I scrambled up and around, planting myself back astride him, only this time the correct way. The moment I was in place, I started to reach for his cock, lining it up with my entrance and slowly starting to sink down on him before he’d had a chance to say a word.
I closed my eyes and slowly started to lift myself up and down, one slow stroke at a time until he was all the way inside of me. By the time that my ass met the saddle of his hips, I felt like I was bursting at the seams.
“Jesus,” he hissed. “Oh, Jesus.”
His hands finally left the bed where he’d been fisting the comforter for the last few minutes and found my hips, squeezing them lightly.
“Move,” he pleaded. “Please move.”
I did, swiveling my hips and testing out the way he felt inside of me. He groaned and his eyes flashed open, his gaze meeting mine.
Something fierce and protective was in his gaze, and it took my heart a second to settle down due to the intensity of emotion I could see there.
“You’re slowly killing me,” he told me. “Each twist of your hips is making me want to die.”
I stopped. “I don’t want you to die.”
He thrust his hips up, and all at once I saw his control snap.
One second, he was in control, and the next he was rolling me so that I was underneath of him, and he was once again on top of me. This time he didn’t pause to make sure that he wasn’t too much for me.
Why?
Because the moment he thrust inside of me, and I felt the way he filled me? I started to come.
I’d felt it in the background, simmering at a slow boil, for a while now.
But all it took was one hard, purposeful thrust from him and I exploded.
Lights danced behind my eyelids as a tidal wave of feeling rushed over me.
Flint started to curse as my pussy rippled around him and his thrusts, which had been rough before, turned even rougher.
The urgency in his movements, paired with my already sensitive vagina that was still on the peak of dying from an orgasm itself, did me in.