“I don’t want you to let go until I tell you to,” he commands.
“Okay,” I pant, as his hand starts to trail down my body again. “I can listen.”
He groans behind me, and his hand dips below the fabric of my thong once more.
“I want to fuck you with my hand,” he says, pushing one finger inside of me.
“Then, I’m going to fuck you with my tongue.” He adds a second finger, curling them upwards, and my breath hitches.
“And then, when you don’t think you have anything left to give me, I’m going to fuck your perfect cunt with my cock.” He adds a third finger, stretching me wide. My hips buck, and he stills me with his strong legs.
Holy fuck, I think he could honestly make me come with the shit he says to me.
“Yesss,” I breathe.
He continues to pump his fingers inside me, and his thumb applies the perfect amount of pressure to my sensitive bud. I do my best to hold on, trying not to fall until he tells me to, but with every movement, pressure begins to build low in my belly.
My body heats at the thought that I’m at his complete disposal. I’m his to play with, and fuck I like it.
“Come for me,” he says.
My legs shake as I fall, my body naturally wanting to squeeze my thighs together around his hand, but he doesn’t allow it. Instead, he uses his legs to hold mine slightly apart, adding to the intensity of my release. He continues to finger me through the waves of my orgasm, and when I’m done, he rolls to his back.
“Fuck,” I say, trying to catch my breath.
“Get up here,” he says.
“What?” I ask, breathless and not entirely sure how he just made something as simple as fingering me that hot. Or how I just came that hard.
“Sugar, I told you I wanted to fuck you with my tongue, so I’m going to need you to take off those panties you just soaked and sit on my face.”
My breath hitches, and I remove my thong, then turn to face him. His eyes are dark, and his pupils are blown.
I run my hand under the waistband of his boxer briefs, but his hand grips my wrist gently, stopping me.
“I don’t think you understand how badly I need to taste you,” he says, shaking his head.
“What if I want your cock first,” I quip.
“Soon,” he says. “Now. Come. Here.”
Crawling up his body, I straddle his head and grasp the top of the headboard. His hands trail up my thighs, bunching the shirt around my hips. Gripping them firmly, he pulls me down, taking my entire pussy into his mouth. His tongue works up my center, and I grind my hips against the rough hair thatcovers his face.
Pressure immediately starts to coil low in my spine as he devours me, gripping my ass tighter with every lick of his tongue. My hips buck against him as he toys with my clit, and I grow more and more desperate for his cock.
“Fuck me,” I beg as he works me with his mouth. “Fuck, I need you.”
He groans into me, vibrating my core, but doesn’t give in to my plea. All it takes is a few more flicks of his tongue against my clit for me to fall again. Liquid pools between my legs, and he drinks in every drop I give him.
I roll off the top of him, attempting to catch my breath again. He turns to meet me, taking my mouth into a filthy kiss of clashing tongues and teeth, and I frantically attempt to pull his boxers away and free his cock. I manage to get them over his hips, and he kicks them the rest of the way off, and then he pulls the shirt over my head.
“Condom,” he says. “We need a condom.”
“I can’t wait,” I say. “I need you bare.”
“You sure.”
I nod my head eagerly.
