He doesn’t protest. His big hands circle my waist before he lifts his lower body upward, pushing between my thighs—the friction and heat pulse a wave of need through my lower body.
“Fuck, baby. The noises you make.” His voice betrays the lust he feels. It’s a match for mine. “I want to see your pussy and taste you. Will you let me?”
I don’t hesitate. “Yes.”
Rex picks me up and lowers me back against the mattress. With practiced ease, he unsnaps my jeans and drags the zipper down. “You still good?”
I nod.Oh, yeah.
He pulls off the denim and then my underwear. I didn’t think to wear anything fancy. They’re just cotton, but he seems to like them.
Rex lowers his head and settles his shoulders between my legs, gently pushing my thighs apart. “Goddamn, baby. Your pussy is fucking perfect.”
I don’t have a chance to respond because he dives in, swiping his tongue through the folds.
“Oh, you’re in trouble now. I’m addicted to the taste of you.”
Is that possible?
No one has ever said that to me before. I’m no virgin, but I haven’t been with that many guys. Only two.
Rex takes a thick finger and inserts it inside me. “Can you handle more?”
“Yes.”
“Good girl,” he praises as he inserts another.
“More,” I say to encourage him.
When he slides three inside me, I feel full. I don’t have long to adjust because he begins pumping those fingers, gliding them in and out as he swipes his tongue through my slit.
My head falls back, and I slide my hand down my stomach, resting on his hair. “Rex.” It comes out as a moan.
“You can touch me. Do whatever you want, baby. Grind against my face. Cry out my name. I’ll love every bit of it.”
It feels too good. I’ve never had a guy enjoy this the way Rex is, who’s been confident enough to eat me out the way I need.
“Oh,” I gasp as he curls his fingers upward while his lips suck on my clit. It’s a lethal combination. His fingers and tongue bring me to completion faster than I thought possible.
I call out Rex’s name as my hips gyrate against his face, seeking the release I need. I grind against him, riding that wave of ecstasy until I can’t any longer.
Rex withdraws his fingers and licks them clean. He uses the side of his hand to wipe my cum from his beard. “You’re delicious, baby. I want more.”
He pushes off the bed, ripping off his jeans before climbing back onto it. “Do you want to touch me?”
I do. “Yes.”
Rex rolls onto his back, pushing the band of his underwear down. His cock springs free, bobbing in the air between us. It’s thick, veiny, and long—the biggest I’ve ever seen.
“You know,” I say as I stare at it. “I’m not sure you’ll fit.”
He smirks. “I know I will.”
“How?”
“Because we’re two halves of the same whole. Meant to be.”
I hope he’s not just saying this because he wants to sleep with me. As soon as I think it, I know I’m wrong.
