Sliding his thumb over my clit, circling it, teasing it, has me begging. “Dane, please…faster.”
That’s what I needed to push me over the edge. I clamp around his fingers, toes curling, eyes rolling back. He continues finger-fucking me, slower, riding out my orgasm.
Stars, lots of stars…
My body goes limp, and he pulls his fingers out of me. Feeling the loss immediately.
“You’re even more gorgeous when you come.”
All I can do is giggle and say, “Yeah.”
For a few seconds, I can’t open my eyes until I feel his breath on my cheek and his lips drag over to my lips. A shiver runs down my spine, and I smile, running my fingers through his hair. Our lips meet tentatively at first, like maybe he doesn’t do this often. I open for him, and he slides his tongue over mine, a rhythm that turns feverish. Heat blasts through my body with every swipe of his tongue.
His thumb grazes just under my breast, and my back arches into his touch. His fingers lightly scratch over until he pulls on my nipple a few times. I moan into his mouth. He moves to pinching, and I break away.
Throwing my head back, moaning, I cry, “Yes, don’t stop.”
He continues to play with my nipples, not leaving one unattended for too long. When I finally tilt my head forward, I’m staring into those caramel eyes with lashes to die for, half-lidded, staring back at me. His fingers that were just inside of me reach his mouth, and he licks every drop of my arousal, never breaking my gaze.
“I want the smell of you all over my face.”
“Yeah, kiss me first.” I move my hands to his face and tug him down to my lips. It’s like I’m addicted to him. Shoving my tongue into his mouth, he grunts at the invasion but meets me thrust for lick. The taste of myself, the way he kisses me, causes a shiver to run through me.
My body has never reacted to a man like this. Perhaps he’s had more experience than other men I’ve been with, or maybe he simply enjoys pleasing women. It usually takes a lot more warming up for me to have an orgasm. Tonight, it happened in record time, and I don’t mind one bit.
My body continues to respond to him, aching, throbbing, and sending shivers all over. I want, no, Ineedmore of him. His cock twitches on my stomach. Leaning slightly away, he stares at me, like I hold the answer to all his questions, but he says nothing. He moves down my body ever so slowly, kissing, swirling his tongue on my skin, and dragging his nails over me. I squirm underneath him—so much stimulation.
When he reaches my thighs, he kisses them, caring for them. And then I feel his tongue move along my pelvic bone to my clit, and my entire body constricts. Swiping down to my entrance, his tongue moves in and out of me, and I reach down and grab ahold of his head—feeling the movement that I can’t seem to get enough of. Pleasure soars through my body, making my toes curl.
Our eyes meet, and the fire inside them tips me over the edge. My eyes roll, hips arch for more friction, and I ride the wave of ecstasy as he spears me with his tongue and uses the pad of his thumb to give me just enough pressure on my clit. My orgasm crashes down on me as I hold his head tighter, grinding my pussy into his face like I’ve lost all control. As I settle, my grip loosens, my hands fall from his head, and my body sinks into the bed.
FOUR
Dane
This woman is demanding, yet still allows me to dominate her. This rhythm we have differs from all other one-night stands I’ve had. Others have been too forceful or too meek and lie there like a limp noodle. No, thank you. Kendall—she’s someone I might just want to do this with again.
What the fuck is wrong with me? Who cares? It’s one night.
The scent of her watermelon-scented hair, mingling with our sweat, spurs me on as it lingers in the air. I break away to grab a condom out of the nightstand drawer. She watches me roll it onto my cock, and I hear her swallow hard. I slide myself against her entrance as I tease her, just barely putting the tip in and taking it back out. She gasps.
“Fuck me,” she moans out, staring straight into my eyes.
She is falling apart under my touch, my cock, my lips. I want my name on her lips again with every thrust of my hips—every orgasm. Her glazed-over, half-hooded eyes tell me she is completely satiated.
“Dane, Dane.”
Hearing her sends heat rushing to my cock, already hard as steel simply from the feeling of her.
“Don’t worry, I’m going to fuck you, and you’ll be begging me for more.”
My thumb rubs and presses into her clit, making her go crazy, thrashing on the bed. She is close again, and I stop.
Her head pops up like I’ve offended her. “Why?”
“Just to see your reaction,” I chuckle.
She squints her eyes at me and says, “You think you’re funny.”
