My body is trembling with need and it’s hard to not move, so I don’t try. I shift from one foot to the other as he circles me. “Did you just move?” His grin flashes and then disappears.
I nod. “Yes.”
A slow smile spreads across his face. “Bend over the bed.”
Anticipation bubbles through me as I press my chest into the mattress and he, with agonizing slowness, tugs my panties down so I can step out. The first swat is soft, not a swat at all but more of a pat. “Harder.” I want to think of him every time I sit tomorrow. But the second swat is not much more than the first. “Please, Walker.”
The third slap stings, and I moan. “Again.”
When he complies, the force pushes me roughly against the bed, and my clit is throbbing with need.
And then he turns me so I’m half on the bed and half off and he’s over me, pushing me further onto the mattress before he lowers his head and swirls his tongue around one nipple then the other. I breathe deep and exhale on a moan that I feel in my soul as he drags his body down mine. The friction is delicious and I arch off the bed. But nothing has ever felt so good as when he swipes his tongue over my clit and down to push inside me.
A girl could die from pleasure so intense. I’m sure of it and hope I don’t because I never want to stop.
He replaces his tongue inside me with one finger then another while his tongue flicks and strokes and teases me until my entire body is coiled. I rake my fingers into his hair and hold on.
His mouth closes around my clit and he sucks it into his mouth. My eyes cross and I see beams of white light flying toward me.
The pressure splits, and I shatter into a thousand pieces, muscles tense, hands clenched, hips arched against his mouth as he laps and my pussy tightens in spasm around his fingers.
When I can breathe again, he’s over me smiling and I want him inside me. I want to feel his weight and I want to ride his cock. But more, I want to taste him.
I push him onto his back and then cover his body with mine. “My turn.” And then I slide down his body, to his zipper and unfasten his pants. His cock is straining against his boxers and I want so badly to touch it, but I want to do all this in the right order. I want to draw it out, make him a desperate and needy as I am. And so I tug his jeans down slow, kissing my way down his thighs, and then free his cock from the confines of his underwear.
After a few long seconds of looking at it, I curl my fingers around the shaft of his dick and give a couple strong strokes so that he’s the one moaning now. But it’s when I take him into my mouth and use my tongue to circle the head, tease the vein on the shaft, he moans louder. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
He fists a handful of my hair and holds on tight, so I give him a reason. My mouth slides up and down the length of his cock a couple times before I give the base a semi-gentle squeeze and then pump in rhythm to the time my mouth has set.
“Belle!”
I like that he’s more than a grunt and moan guy. He’s vocal, and it’s hot as fuck.
“Oh God, Belle.” His fingers curl in and out against my scalp until he lets go altogether and his hips thrust, and I taste him on my tongue. When he’s finished, I stand and pull his jeans the rest of the way off.
He laughs and kicks his feet, trying to help, and I smile. Being with him is easy. Even being naked with him. When he’s finally undressed, he grabs me by the waist and pulls me onto the bed, flips us so he’s the one on top and I’m flat on my back.
Then his smile fades and he smooths the hair off my forehead. “Belle.” The whisper is one of the most sensuous sounds I’ve ever heard. “I don’t have a condom. I didn’t plan…”
I chew my lip and move so I can reach over him–it forces him onto his back–to the drawer in the bed table. I’m laid half across him and he takes my face in his hands again and kisses me as I continue fumbling, blindly now, in the drawer.
When I pull out a strip of three condoms that were left over from my Caleb days, he grins and reaches to take them, but I pull them back.
“Let me.”
His cock is bobbing against his belly now and I’m so ready I’m almost panting as I roll the condom down and move to straddle his hips.
I hold his cock and slide down until he’s balls deep inside me. I move slow at first, swirling my hips and he holds them, fingertips with a tight grip on my skin.
“Jesus, Belle.” His eyes rake my skin, and he watches me bounce up and down with a half smile on his face. “You’re so fucking good.” His voice is husky and deep. “Fuck, baby.”
I grind against him, twist my hips in an achingly slow, deliberate circle, and his head presses harder into the pillow. “Belle.”
When I repeat the move a couple more times because I love the way he says my name–part moan, part gasp, part sigh–he turns us and now he’s pounding into me and my legs clench around him as I meet every thrust of his hips in my pussy and his tongue in my mouth.
The pressure inside me builds again, bigger this time, heavier until I explode and cry out, claw his back with one hand, hold onto his kiss until the world stops spinning and I can open my eyes and see Walker.
His body is tense as he thrusts again then stiffens and presses as deep as he can go.
