Pretty Thing (Naughty Things 1)

“Sit down,” he says, pausing just long enough to get the words out before returning to his mission.

I do and he spreads my legs open and pushes my knees up to gain better access. And the next few moments are nothing but pure bliss. His forearms press again my inner thighs as his fingers part my lips. And then his open mouth covers my pussy. Sucking, and twirling his tongue, and tilting his head just the right way.

“Oh, shit,” I mumble, arching my back a little. “Shit.”

Because it feels so good and I never want it to end.

But just when I think it can’t possibly get any better a finger slips inside me, turning upward as he finds the secret spot inside that triggers the most delicious feelings ever.

“Aiden,” I moan. Unsure if I’m begging him to keep going or to put me out of my erotic misery and just fuck me now.

“Shhh,” he murmurs, mouth still where it belongs, so that the vibrations from his hushing reverberate into my body.

He pushes another finger inside me—or maybe it’s two more—because the stretching feels painful and lovely at the same time.

“You can come any time you want, Kali. I won’t fuck you until you do that at least once from my mouth. But don’t worry, I can make you come again. So let go. Just let go and just enjoy yourself. Because I’m dying to be inside you right now.”

I want to tell him to just do that. Just fuck me now. But he’s right. He can make me come again.

So I drift off. Just immerse myself in the experience. Let my body take over my mind and stop thinking about life, or the real world, or the future.

Who cares?

He nips my clit and I suck in a breath of air in surprise. It didn’t hurt, not exactly. I’m too turned on to feel pain in the moment. Instead it makes me tingle and hiss out air through my teeth.

And then the vibrator is there—and, “Oh, God. Oh, Jesus Christ. Holy shit,” I hear myself saying. He pulls it away and I whine. “No.”

But then his tongue is back in place and his fingers are pumping me now. Not hard, but harder. Sliding in and out easily because I’m so wet. I’m so—

“Ohhhh,” I say, bucking my back and writhing on the mattress. “Ohhhhhh.” I see shooting stars and blurred lines as the climax peaks and the release is epic and penetrating. He pumps me harder as my pussy contracts, and relaxes, then contracts again.

The cascading waves of pleasure move through my body from my hips up. Tingling my skin and peaking my nipples until they are so hard and erect, I place my hands over them and squeeze.

“Jesus,” I finally manage, turning my head to the side to pant in relief, even though the residual contractions are still happening.

But before I’m even finished Aiden is pressing the vibrator up to my clit. The sensation is almost overwhelming. Almost too much. My hand sweeps down to push it away, but he grabs me by the wrist and holds it against my belly.

“Do it again, Kali,” Aiden says in a deep, throaty voice filled with desire. “Do it again.”

This time the feelings are so intense I clench my teeth and wince. “Oh, my God,” I say. “Oh, shit. That feels so…”

But I can’t finish. I don’t have any words in my head. I don’t even know my own name. This lust, this hunger, this yearning for more overtakes me and I come again. This time I spasm, my whole body jerking as the universe vanishes and becomes nothing but light and dark in the same moment.

I lose time then. I don’t know if I pass out from the pleasure or I nod off in exhaustion, but the next thing I know Aiden is crawling up the bed, my body between his legs. His cock dragging alongside my inner thigh until he’s directly over the top of me. Hair hanging down in his face as I look up. Arms straight and palms pressed into the mattress. Chest hovering above my breasts as he leans down to kiss me with a hungry, open mouth and presses the tip of his cock right into my slippery entrance.

His fingers felt good. His mouth was amazing. But his cock is my God in that moment. I’m unsure where I’m at when he pushes deep inside me. I’m unsure who I am. I know nothing but the feeling of his long, hard shaft sliding up into my pussy until his tip touches my soul and he stops.

“Don’t stop,” I say.

He chuckles and says, “That’s as far as it’ll go.”

“No,” I whisper, shaking my head back and forth. “Try harder.”

He thrusts. Just once. But it’s quick, and forceful.

“Ah,” I squeak from the pain. But I feel his power. I feel his strength and his love and I want more. “More,” I say. “Do it again and don’t stop.”