Pulling my ponytail?!?! So hot!
I whimper again and his free hand drags a knuckle from the base of my throat down, down.
“Janie,” he says into my mouth. I make a noise. I think. “Say it again.”
“Hm?”
His fingers are tucked into the elastic of my sweat pants, teasing back and forth. I can feel his long fingertips at the top edge of my panties.
“That I can touch you.”
“Yes! Yes, please.” I sound desperate and I don’t care. He kisses me again, owns my mouth with his as he moves his hand down into my panties slowly. Too slowly. I grab him at the nape of his neck. “If you keep teasing me any more I will end you.”
He laughs, “End me? Bloody hell, I thought you were going to say ‘endthis’not end me.”
“Yeah, well, I said what I said,” I say, scooting forward involuntarily, pushing myself into his hand.
He runs his nose along mine and grins as his fingers barely make contact. “Suddenly so needy.”
“Ben, I swear if you—oh!” He thrusts two fingers into me without warning, watching my reaction, then kissing my moans from my mouth.
He pauses for a beat to ask, “This all for me?” And I nod, because I am a dripping wet mess and yes, it’s totally because of him, for him, all about him.
One happy nod and he’s back to moving and watching. He plays my body like a violin, slow, deep, perfect thrusts of his fingers with long, hard kisses to match. He adds pressure with his thumb right when I need it.
“Let me see you, Janelle,” he says, his voice like gravel. Then he commands, “Come for me.”
And…
I…
do.
My back arches and I cry out his name, feeling white hot waves of pleasure like I’ve never felt before. He holds me through it, drawing out the sensations and studying me, his mouth open. Like he’s entranced. Like he’s in awe.
Finally, when I’m able to think and breathe and hold myself upright, he pulls his hand away and makes a show of…
Licking his fingers?! How? How is he so hot right now?
“Ugh,” he says. “What am I going to do now?” I frown at him and he smiles. “There’s not enough cardio in the world to help me. I’m done for.”
“I can help,” my voice comes out as shaky as I feel.
“No, I didn’t mean—” he starts as I hop off the counter but I quickly pull my sweatpants off which shuts him right up. “Damn.” The word is a whisper as his eyes travel up and down. He really does love my legs, I guess. They’re long and muscular, too muscular I’ve always thought. I guess he disagrees.
I smirk as I slowly, slowly sink to my knees. His mouth falls open in awe again. I unbutton and unzip his jeans and pull them down, taking my time. He is large and hard as a rock in his black boxer briefs. I gingerly tuck my fingers in the waistband and pull those down too.
I slowly wrap my fingers around him. And. Large was an understatement. “Okay, I get it now.”
“W-what” his voice is totally garbled.
“The swagger. The confidence.” He can’t even respond. I start to tease him back with light touches, a couple gentle licks. He hisses. “Not so fun being on the receiving end, huh?”
“N-not having fun?” He laughs but it’s strained. “I’m having the best night of my entire life.”
Oh.
I snap, my restraint out the window. I go absolutely feral on him. He has to grab the counter for support. He whispers every expletive I’ve ever heard and—was that Italian? French?Hot.I can’t help but moan around him, watching him unravel.
