Once he’s massaged my outer lips, he spreads my inner lips and covers my pussy with his eager mouth. My hips come off the bed, thrusting toward him. His tongue starts to explore, leaving no surface untouched.
When he comes up for air, he licks his lips and says, “Your pussy is as sweet as it smells. Just how I imagined it would.” His voice is velvet, dripping with lust.
He doesn’t wait for me to respond before diving back in, plunging his tongue into me. He works it in and out, drinking his fill and going back for more.
When he surfaces again, he says, “Rub your clit for me. I want to see you work it.”
I do as he asks, rubbing the hard nub, pulling the skin back off the hood of my clit, opening myself up to him. I’m his slave, willing to do anything to please him at this point as long as he keeps making me feel the way he’s making me feel.
As he tongue-fucks me, a cry of ecstasy bursts from somewhere deep inside of me. I open my eyes. Did I make that sound? I hadn’t meant to. I’m a little embarrassed about it to be honest. I’m hardly ever noisy in bed, but this noise I made came out of nowhere. Heath seems to like it. He’s in a feeding frenzy now, lifting my legs, practically folding me in half. My ass is in the air. His tongue goes completely off course and finds my ass.
I pull in a startled breath. If it didn’t feel so amazing, I would’ve stopped him. That place is strictly off-limits. Always has been. Never, I told myself and the boyfriends who would beg for anal play. No way in hell.
But with Heath, my inhibitions have been tossed out the window. Anything goes as long as it feels good. Somehow, even though I don’t know him, I feel safe. Comfortable enough to let myself and all my rigid rules completely go. Now that I’m having this new, incredible experience, I don’t know why I was ever closed off to the idea to begin with.
“Oh fuck!” I yell when the tip of his tongue pushes passed the outer ring of that virgin muscle. I can’t believe his tongue is actually in my asshole and I’m loving every minute of it. He’s really going for it and all of these new sensations roar through my body like a train.
When he’s in as far as my tight opening will go, he pulls his tongue out and goes back to licking my pussy. That pressure is back and I know what’s coming.
Several quick gasps escape my lips. I’m going to come. The O-Maker has done it again. Another woman with a Twitter tale, satisfaction guaranteed.
But as I’m about to be pushed over the edge, he moves away. Just as fast as my orgasm started to appear, it’s gone again.
I look at him like what the hell?
His cocksure smile sends butterflies through my stomach. “Not yet. I said this was going to be torture and I meant it.”
I flop back on the bed. Torture is right. I was so close to my first manned orgasm, and now it’s gone. My body is trembling. I can’t control it. And he knows it. He looks so arrogant right now. And somehow it remains the sexiest thing to me. In fact, I’m getting more turned on the more he denies me.
I’m mindlessly rubbing my clit still, when he pushes my hand away and leans down, flicking his tongue once, twice, a third time. Every time he touches it I spasm, my whole being straining for release. He stops, looks up at me and blows a jet of hot air directly on my clit.
I sigh a long moan and arch my back. Who would have thought a breath of fresh air could make a girl gush?
He chuckles, low in his throat, before wrapping his warm lips around the hard nub. He hums, the vibration shooting pleasure to my center and up my spine. I buck underneath him, crying out, unintelligible, gasping for air.
It’s his groan that undoes me. He rams two fingers inside my wet pussy so fast I choke for air. My mouth opens on a silent scream as he pistons in and out of my slick sheath, his lips sucking so hard on my clit I go rigid, pleasure piercing every nerve ending.
And then it happens. The big bang where everything expands and comes to life. My world explodes. All my muscles go rigid and I buck off the bed, my hips slamming up, burying his face further into my pussy. I come apart, flashes of light racing across my vision.
“Fuck, yes!” I yell, finally able to put forth words. He doesn’t stop, he keeps going, drawing out the best orgasm of my life. My body trembles, twitches against him with every thrust of his finger, every pull of his lips against my clit. Before long, he slows, lazily touching me, savoring.
“Mmm, so wet,” he whispers, almost to himself. I look down, my vision slightly blurred seeing two of him. Wouldn’t that be something? His eyes are hot, hungry, roving over my body before he removes his fingers, putting them in his mouth and sucking them clean.
I almost come again, right then and there. He’s so fucking hot, kneeling between my thighs, feasting on my cream. The need I have to feel him inside of me grows exponentially. I ache for him, my pussy clenching for more than his fingers.
As if sensing my need, he stands up, pulling my body down to the edge of the bed, my ass hanging halfway off. He says nothing, but his eyes, they speak volumes. There’s a promise there, a heat so intense I feel it scalding me from the inside out.
“Tell me you want me to fuck you,” he demands, suddenly. His nostrils flaring, the muscles on his stomach and chest flexing. His fingers dig into my thighs painfully as he leans forward, rubbing the head of his swollen cock against my wet folds.
I moan. It feels so good, his hot length pressed against me.
“Fuck me, Heath. I need you,” I say breathlessly. I’m finding it hard to breathe again. Every little thrust of his hips brings the head of his cock against my tender clit, sending jolts of pleasure throughout my body. I feel myself dripping, my pussy juices running down the seam of my ass.
I’ve never been this wet in my life.
“Beg me,” he growls. His thrusts become swifter, his hips jerking into mine, every brush against the nerve bundle causing my breath to hitch. Could I come again like this?
Fuck yeah I could.
“Please, please, please,” I beg, a mantra. His teasing is never ending. He pushes my legs farther apart, exposing me further. When his eyes turn slumberous I melt into the bed. Damn, he’s gorgeous. The sexiest man to ever touch me. Never have I felt this way.
He pulls back, only to rest the head of his cock at my entrance. I clench reflexively.
“You like that, don’t you?” He purrs, sliding the head of his incredible cock around my wet entrance. I can’t stand it, he’s so close, I just need
him to ram it hard inside. I feel empty, I need it so bad.
I raise my hips, trying to force him inside me. He laughs, taking one of his hands and pushing me down, holding me in place.
“Don’t make me tie you up,” he says.
I hiss out a breath, the sudden image so appealing I go blind for a second. I feel him shift from the bed, reaching down, and then I hear the tear of a condom wrapper, and his intake of breath as he rolls the condom down his cock. Finally, he rears back and rams his length so far inside me I flinch.
He’s so big, too big, he’s tearing me in two. I whimper, wiggling my hips, wanting to push away, yet wanting him closer at the same time. He’s got me so tied up in knots I don’t know what I want anymore.
He stills above me, his breathing suddenly harsh. The lines of his face sharpen, become more intense. He’s looking at me again in that way that he does, the way that makes me feel like I am the only woman in the world to him.
It does something funny to my stomach, squeezes my insides.
I lose that train of thought as he starts to move, slowly. He pulls out, moaning softly, before ramming back inside. He’s so big I can feel him pressing against my cervix, and it feels so good.
So. Fucking. Good.
His head hangs low, his eyes leaving mine as his body takes over. Again and again he slowly pulls out, only to ram his shaft to the base, deep inside me. Pressure builds, goose bumps of pleasure scatter across my body.
I can’t take it. I need him to go faster, I need … so much need.
“Faster, harder, fuck,” I say, garbled. He complies, no longer teasing. He grabs my ass and lifts me, changing the angle, going deeper. I cry out, his groan mimicking mine. Something snaps and he throws his head back, his movements becoming frenzied.
He punches into me, drilling faster and faster, the slap of skin on skin echoing around us.
“So damn tight,” he moans, his fingers digging in to the flesh of my ass. I squeeze around his cock and surprise registers as it swells further. I can tell he’s close, his breathing is ragged, his hips ramming into mine with uncontrollable force.