Feeling the shift in my body language, he breathlessly asks, “Does that feel good?”
“Don’t stop,” I whisper back, nodding like a broken bobblehead, body trembling with a mixture of nerves and anticipation.
Blush creeps from my chest to my cheeks when I think about what he’s doing. But the way his tongue is bringing me bliss in skilled, rhythmic motion makes it too hard to tell him to stop. I clench the sheets under my head, pushing my hips back to force his fingers into perfect position, while he continues his assault on my senses. In one smooth motion, he replaces his fingers with the cool silicone of my toy, hitting my G-spot and rocketing a vibration through my entire body.
“Fuck, I’m going to—” I can’t finish the sentence, because I’m suddenly on the brink of ecstasy. Overwhelmed with pleasure in so many places at once, the most intense orgasm of my life builds at the base of my spine, and I moan his name into the musky cabin air.
“Mmmm,” he hums an agreement against my asshole, and I fall apart. Toppling to the bed with a convulsion that has me breathless and clutching at the sheets for dear life, I rip the toy from between my legs with a relieved gasp for air. My nerve endings are shot, and I might be dying, but what a fucking incredible way to go out.
And thisfucking man. Slips a hand under my body, still drunk on the post-orgasm glow, and touches me with the insistence of back-to-back orgasms. But it’s too much. My clit’s sore and uncomfortably sensitive, the veins in his thick cock are dark purple and bulging, and I need him inside me before I wither away.
“You win.” I rip his arm away from me. “Fuck me.I want the fucking ice cream. Neapolitan.”
“Okay.” He smiles, instantly moving away from my ragged body. Then pads over to the tiny kitchenette.
“But—” I start as he pops open the freezer door and pulls out a literal tub of ice cream. Standing completely naked in the dim light, he holds it up triumphantly, a devilish grin spread across his face.
In my wildest dreams, I wouldn’t have expected my face to fall when looking at ice cream. But even after so many orgasms I’ve lost count—despite my legs being too tired to hold my own body up, and my muscles spasming at random—I’m still fucking desperate for this man.
I frown. “I thought…”
His nose scrunches up with a broad smile, and he tosses the ice cream back in the freezer before taking a running leap at the bed. “I’m just fucking with you.Thatis your reward forafterward. But I couldn’t resist the opportunity—you played yourself by choosing Neapolitan as your word.”
“Denver Wells,I swear to God.” I side-eye him. “Fuck me.”
Propping my ankles up on his shoulders, he slips his thick cock between my thighs, settling against my damp skin. Then he slaps it on my pussy, forcing a throaty whimper from me.
“I can’t fucking take it when you make that noise.” He notches the head at my entrance, and he bites my calf while pushing into me in a slow, smooth motion. “Fuuuuck.”
Despite my weary body, I prop myself up on my elbows and stare as his cock slides perfectly in and out of me. Filling me to the hilt, then slipping out covered in my arousal.
“You like watching the way you stretch around me?” He thrusts forward with more power, forcing my head to loll back.
“The perfect fit.” I reach down to feel where our bodies meet. Where his shaft is pumping in and out with ease.
“I told you this pussy is mine. It’s been mine since the first time we made love, and I don’t plan on going another day of my life without feeling you strangle my cock until you shatter.”
His words make heat rise from my core to my chest. I watch him watching us, a sated look in his eye. This feels like coming home to him, too.
He picks up the pace, punishing my cunt with forceful thrusts. Beads of sweat caught in his hairline and his fingertips bruising my shins.
I arch my back and he grabs frantically at my hips, pushing as deep as he can go. “Fuck, Blair.Fuck.”
I might not have the muscle strength to ride him—or do much of anything, based on the way my legs are quivering. But I want him feral, losing all control. So I slip my hands over my breasts, letting my nipples poke out between my fingers to grab his attention.
“Play with your fucking tits.” He’s losing control, with an ardent groan and sloppy thrusts. I pinch my nipples lightly,and he slaps the side of my thigh. “Harder, baby. Those pretty pink nipples need some attention.”
I do as he says, toying with my nipples while he watches. “Like this, baby?” I ask innocently. “You want to come all over my tits, don’t you?”
He nods silently, biting and sucking at my ankle. Finally, I have him like he had me. Out of control, reckless, and willing to do anything.
“Or maybe my face again?” I lick my lips, quirking an eyebrow. “Mmm. But I want you to come all over my sore pussy. I want you to be a good boy and make a fucking mess of me.”
He whines against my bare leg, moving at a neck-breaking speed, getting so fucking close to coming apart, I can feel the hum under his skin.
“Blair,shit.I’m gonna—”
Leaving the sentence behind, he pulls out just enough to pump his cock and coat my aching, reddened skin in cum. Letting my legs fall with a thud to the bed, he collapses beside me.
