One Cruel Night

Then, he did exactly what he’d said he was going to do. He licked and sucked and lapped at me until I was shaking nonstop. He inserted a finger and then another, owning my body and curling up inside me.

Noises escaped me that I hadn’t known it was possible for me to make. Little animals mewls and gasping, “Yes, yes, yes!” that felt like it shook the rooftops.

My orgasm hit me afresh. Clamping down on his fingers, practically holding him in place. His soft laugh registered through the buzzing in my ears. It was clear that he also was enjoying the high that I was riding. Enjoying it immensely. Enjoying it so much that I was going to need to do something about it.

Chapter 9

His erection jutted hard against his suit pants, and with ease, he popped the button and slid the zipper. His pants were a puddle on the floor. Now, he was just in boxer briefs, and then those were gone, too. My eyes bulged slightly when I got a good look at him. He was…he was…wow, well endowed. Maybe this was the real reason for all the warm-up. Not that I was complaining. Not in the least.

For a second, I recognized that the song had changed. “Lay Me Down” by Sam Smith replaced whatever had come before it, and I knew that I’d never hear the song the same after this.

He popped open the drawer of the nightstand and produced a condom.

“I…I have one,” I offered. It felt like the right thing to do.

“Next time,” he said with a grin that melted me back into the sheets.

He slipped the condom on and then crawled forward until he was hovering over me. My body tensed, waiting and wondering. My nerves, which had shattered under his tongue, were back. But he just pressed my hair back and brought his lips down onto mine.

“See how good you taste?” he asked.

I laughed. “You like how I taste?”

“I could eat you all day.”

I felt the first touch of him against my opening and gasped. He wasn’t even inside me, and already, he felt good.

Oh dear god!

“I love all the noises you make,” he said, kissing his way back down my neck. Then, his dick ran up and down between my slick folds. My eyes slammed closed. “So vocal.”

“Am-am I?” I squirmed under him in response, wanting him inside me so desperately. Maybe I should want to wait, but here in this moment, I wanted nothing more than him.

“I want to hear you scream,” he breathed in my ear.

His dick pressed forward inside me. Just the tip. Easing his way in slow and steady. Taking his time to savor me. I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out already. Between his movements, the throbbing in my pussy, and the dirty talk in my ear, I was a wanton woman, ready for whatever he was going to give me.

“Fuck,” he growled. “Oh fuck, Nat.”

“Yes,” I said.

I pushed my body upward, trying to get more of him inside me, but he grasped my hip in his hand and held me down. I tightened around him hard and tried to shift for more. Tried to ease the ache building inside me. He pulled back and then pushed just the tip in again.

“You’re so tight. So fucking tight. Shit.”

“Please,” I heard myself beg. “Please, Penn.”

I’d lost all semblance of self-control.

He reached out and grabbed my arm, holding it tight over my head. Control was completely given over to him, and I didn’t even want it back.

He kissed the tip of my nose. “Open your eyes.”

They slowly fluttered open to meet his big blue eyes. Then, as he stared deep into my eyes, he thrust forward into me. I might have been tight, but I was soaking wet from two orgasms, and he met little resistance from me. Just pushed forward until he was balls deep inside me.

He rested his forehead forward onto my shoulder. “Forget Aristotle and Plato, this is all the philosophy I need.”

My hand tightened around his, and my knees came up to his sides as I felt the full pressure of him buried deep. Then, he lifted his chin, captured my lips once more, and started moving.

Everything faded into the background. There was just me and Penn. The quick yet unhurried movements as our bodies slapped together over and over again. The heated gazes that spoke volumes. The warmth that was suffusing my entire body unlike anything I’d ever experienced in my life. This was a first for me, and I was almost fucking certain nothing else would ever compare. I had no frame of reference, but it felt impossible to consider anyone else would worship me like him.

He sat up and hitched one of my legs over his shoulder. Then, he started the rhythm even faster. My eyes bulged at the depth he reached each time he bottomed out inside me.