Dieter let himself go, and the world whited out except for his fingers tangled in her hair and her hot mouth around his cock, a moment of silence and blazing fire.
He breathed air in, returning.
His balls clenched tightly to his body and pulsed down her throat.
He held her mouth on himself, making her swallow, and then dragged her backward and shoved her down on the bedsheets.
“But I thought—” she said. “I thought guys couldn’t—”
He crawled up her smooth body, kissing her deeply, somehow still ravenous for her. His hands explored her body, discovering her curves and hollows, the soft rounds of her breasts and the tight buds of her nipples. His mouth followed, tonguing and sucking her until she was writhing and panting.
He was hard again, and he wanted to drive himself into her.
Instead, he lowered himself down her taut belly, pressing his mouth to her sex to tongue her folds and the nub that made her thighs shiver around his head and shoulders.
She reached down and threaded her fingers through his hair, moaning again.
God,thatsound.
He touched her opening, pressing one finger into her. He rubbed her, gently,inside.
Another moan, lower this time.
He rubbed his tongue over her folds, then pressed his whole mouth to her skin and sucked and caressed her like a deep French kiss.
Her hands tightened in his hair, and she gasped, straining her hips, and a scream ripped from her throat as she pulsed against his mouth, her thighs shaking over his shoulders.
Her channel clenched his finger, throbbing inside.
He wanted to feel her come around his cock so much that he had to fight not to grab her hips and thrust himself inside her.
Dieter backed off, sucking gently, keeping her orgasm at a throbbing peak.
She gasped and tried to get away from him, but he pressed his finger deeper inside her until his fist rocked against her opening, and he rubbed the flat of his tongue on her as her hips bucked.
Her hands left his hair, and she grabbed the pillow around her head, completely mindless as she strained, orgasming again, and harder.
Dieter kept doing it to her, holding her at the peak, for more pulses and licks until her exhausted body collapsed under his hands and mouth.
Yeah,thatwas how he liked his women to be afterward, not hurting and bleeding, but semi-conscious and panting, trying futilely to recover as they stared at the ceiling like they were seeing God.
Helovedseeing women look like that, shaken and out of their minds from what he had done to them.
And now, with the woman who had been Flicka in his bed, he wanted to do that to her again and again. He wanted to tie her down and never let her regain her breath. He wanted to possess her body with his hands, his mouth, and his rod.
If she’d been an experienced woman, he would have flipped her over, dragged her to the edge of the bed, and taken her ass while she was still flying.
But she wasn’t. So he didn’t.
This time.
Flicka’s blond hair was tangled in her fingers across the pillow. A fine sheen of silver sweat covered her skin.“Oh, my God.”
Dieter crawled up her body and folded her into his arms.
She was shaking, and she clung to him. “I’ve never—” she gasped. “Not like that.”
“We need to remedy that.”
