Faking It For Mr Right

He pauses, and I twist beneath him in frustration, trying to pull his head back toward me. But he pauses for a second, grinning down at me in the moonlight as if he’s drinking in my body. “I want you to tell me what you’re feeling,” he whispers, his breath tickling my belly, my bare thighs. “In detail.”

I shiver, not just from the goosebumps rising all over my body or the spiked adrenaline in my veins. I’ve never really talked dirty before, beyond the basics. But when he lowers his face back to my pussy, I try to obey. “Your tongue feels like… liquid fire,” I murmur, as he starts licking me again in slow, strong strokes. He grazes over my clit, and I gasp. “I’m so wet for you. I feel like I could burst.”

He licks me harder again, faster. Stars spark behind my eyelids.

“I want to come for you. I want to come on your face,” I gasp, and I can feel, more than see him, grin against me, his tongue curling as he licks me harder still, drawing my hips up and toward his face. “Fuck, Xander.”

That’s all I manage before he hits the sweet spot, and the orgasm overtakes me. I scream aloud, not even caring who might hear me or how far my voice might carry. But Xander doesn’t slow. He keeps licking, lapping at me, until my whole body shakes and my toes curl, the force of the orgasm overtaking me.

Finally, he draws back, kissing his way up my belly as I collapse back against the blanket, still shivering. But I don’t shiver for long. Soon, he kisses all the way up to my chest, my neck, my throat, the corner of my jaw. His whole warm solid body presses down against me, and I don’t let myself stop to think. I tear at the clasp of his jeans, push down his zipper.

He grins and leans down to kiss me, hard and full on the mouth, his tongue sliding between my lips so I can taste myself. “You’re gorgeous, you know that?” he murmurs. His smile turns sly. “Not to mention sexy as hell. Who taught you how to talk so dirty, my quiet country girl?” He leans down to nip the edge of my jawline as he says that, and I wrap my arms around his neck, drawing him against me with a sigh.

“We’re not entirely clean-cut out here in the countryside,” I reply with a grin of my own. I tilt my face to kiss the edge of his jaw, his cheek, enjoying the way his stubble lightly scratches against my soft, smooth skin. “We can be dirty girls.”

“Is that so?” He leans back to catch my eye, even as I continue to push his jeans down over his hips. “Well, you’ll just have to show me.”

I finish pushing his jeans off, and tug at the hem of his boxers next. But I’m not prepared for the moment when his stiff, hard cock springs free from the soft cotton fabric. Fuck. He’s huge. My eyes go wide, and my lips part a little as I reach down to wrap my hands around the base of his shaft. “Fuck, Xander.”

He rocks his hips toward me, pushing his cock farther between my palms. “I want to feel that tight, wet pussy of yours wrapped around my cock, dirty girl,” he murmurs, and I feel a thrill of lust, a pulse of desire that travels all the way to my pussy, still soaked and throbbing from my orgasm.

My clit is so sensitive that when he arches his hips along me, leaning down so his cock lies along the flat plane of my belly, I groan with pleasure just at feeling him close to it. “I want you,” I breathe in return. “I want to feel you inside me.” I tighten my fists around his thick shaft, savoring the velvety feel of his smooth skin, the hard solid steel rod of his cock beneath. With both hands, I start to pump back and forth, my eyes fixed on him, on the way his pupils dilate and his lips part, white-hot lust flaring behind his dark eyes.

“Tell me what you want,” he says, a little louder, commanding now.

I swallow hard around a lump in my throat. “Fuck me,” I whisper. “Fuck me, hard.”

His mouth quirks into a little sideways smirk. He reaches down with one hand to spread my legs wide, until he’s lying between them again, the hard, muscular plane of his abs and chest pressed along my soft stomach, my hard nipples pointed against his strong pecs.

His hands slide down my curves to grip my hips, and he reaches down to grip the base of his cock with one hand, guiding the tip to my entrance. “Say it again,” he commands.