“Oh, baby. Pretty soon you’ll be begging me to let you stop coming.” I trace the delicate skin at the apex of her thighs, loving the way her chest rises and falls in rapid commotion, until I get close to her clit. Then she quits moving altogether, waiting with bated breath for pleasure.
I slip a finger halfway inside her. “Sucking my cock turned you on, didn’t it?”
She nods, then shuts her eyes for a second to quietly say, “But…not as much as you coming on me did.”
My heart stutters, and I think my brain’s malfunctioning.Goddamn, that’s a kink I will enthusiastically participate in. “You like that? What do you like about it, baby?”
“Being yours,” she whispers.
I kiss her, tasting traces of my salty cum on her tongue. “You’re mine, Hart. This sweet cunt of yours has always belonged to me. I was the first one to make you wet”—my middle finger sinks into her—“the first fingers and tongue across your clit, the first cock deep inside you. You’ve always been mine, but I’m happy to mark you as a reminder.”
“Yes, please.” She whimpers as my finger swipes through a drop of misplaced cum on her chest, and I rub it over a nipple. My touch rolling over the hardened bud has her instantly writhing, frantically trying to slip a hand between us to flick a finger over her clit. And I fully seat a second finger deep inside her.
“More,” she moans loudly. So I slip a third finger into her, and her eyes shut tight. “Oh God.”
“You need something more?”
She moans, thrusting against my hand, and a frailyesescapes her lips.
Her legs are already shaking when I bend down to taste her. Nudging her hand out of the way, I drag my tongue up her pussy and devour her.
She’s sweet and all mine.
I circle her clit—smiling inwardly as she begins to fall apart—then suck it into my mouth. And she flings an arm down onto the mattress, grasping at the bedding. Her pussy walls clench around my fingers, holding on to me as she shatters. In a drawn-out, raspy moan, Blair comes undone with a final flick of my tongue across her swollen clit.
“You taste so fucking good.” I lap up her wetness, feeling aftershocks vibrate through her thighs. “So goddamn beautiful when you come, too.Do it again.”
I dive back in, reveling in the way she squirms with the slightest touch. Working her with my fingers and tongue, it’s not long before she’s back to the brink of ecstasy again. Digging her nails into my shoulders, dragging her heels across the bedding underneath us.
And by the fourth time, she’s begging me to stop, but she’s not mentioning ice cream. So I don’t.
Blair
“Jesus Christ. Oh my God. Lord have fucking mercy.”
Denver looks up from between my legs, where it’s officially taking very little effort to draw out another orgasm. My clit’s so sensitive, I’m convinced I can come from him staring at it with intent. I wiggle on the bed, the sheets sticking to my sweat-soaked back, and temporarily release the hold I have on his hair. It’s a miracle I haven’t ripped it all out, although I don’t think he’d mind. He hums against my skin anytime I yank his hair or press crescent moon shapes into his flesh with my fingernails.
“Baby, this is definitely not the time or place to be praying.”
Jerk.
“I think I need to,” I say breathlessly—a small part of me thankful for the conversation, because it means there’s a break between the most intense orgasms of my life. “It might be the only way I survive this.”
“All you have to do is say the magic word and I’ll ease up.” He homes in on my protruding nipple, flicking his tongue gently over it while he waits for my answer. Becoming impatient, he turns to biting and sucking at my tits. No doubt leaving the same type of hickeys he marked me with last time.
My problem, it turns out, is I’m too stubborn to admitdefeat. Instead, I need to win at his game. Make him come so hard he can’t go on. “Fuck me.”
His tongue darts out to lick his lips, and he slowly fists his cock between my legs. “Yeah?”
“I need to feel you, and I want to watch you come all over my pussy.”
This time, it’s him who has to catch his breath. “Blair…fuck.”
I sit up, pulling him to meet me, and kiss him. His lips taste like my arousal, and I relax into the way he’s loving me with a tenderness I’ve only ever had with him. Sure, he might be pleasure domming the fuck out of me, leaving me squirming and crying out for him to stop. But he also checks in to see if I’m ready to use the safe word, gently massages my lower belly while I come down from an orgasm, and presses feather-light kisses to my thighs despite the way they tremble out of control. It’s the difference between random hookups and sex with the love of your life.
“One more first.” He winks, and I groan as I fall back onto the pillows, but my hips instinctively lift when he brushes my torso with his lips.
“You know something?” he muses, drawing small patterns on my pink, tender skin with the pad of a finger, touching everywhereexceptmy clit. In theory, I should be touched out, but I find myself silently pleading for release again. Needing him to never stop touching me.
