“When I finally suck your clit and tongue you into your orgasm, you let yourself go and scream. It adds to the endorphins. Only then will you get my cock in that sweet, warm pussy. Then, when you come the second time, you can scream again.”
I gasped as my core spasmed. “I don’t know.”
The men I’d shared a bed with hadn’t seemed to know what or where a clit was, and they’d never uttered the word.Fuck me, honey; ride me, honey—yes, but not the dirty words Zane had just spilled. And a scream added to the endorphins? I would definitely remember that.
His hand began moving again. “There are times for fast and hard.”
I nodded. I was on board with getting this train rolling.
“This is not one of those times either.” He released my wrists. “Be brave enough to go slow, baby.”
Having no idea what bravery had to do with it, I moaned my appreciation as he scooted down my body and his mouth and tongue lavished attention on one breast and then the other, along with my neck and collarbone. Resisting the urge to twist around and reach for his magnificent cock, I speared my fingers in his hair, massaging his scalp. It was as slow as I could go, brave or otherwise.
His hand moved lower, scraping through my curls and teasing me. He feathered his fingers up and down the insides of my thighs, just to the edge of my folds and up through my bush again with a touch so surprisingly light it seemed impossible that it was this powerful SEAL over me. Time and time again, he avoided touching me where I neededhim most, grazing the sides of my folds, avoiding my most sensitive skin.
I tried dirty talk, or at least my version. “I’m wet for you.”
His eyes met mine for a moment. “I know.”
In that instant, I knew the teasing would certainly lead to mutual combustion.
Eventually, he returned to stroke the outside of my soaked folds. His fingers tortured me, running up, down and around, and finally, he barely split them to run through my wetness from back to front, stopping short of my clit before returning to tease my entrance.
“Please,” I panted as I squirmed. I needed more. I needed the Whopper. Arching my hips up into his hand didn’t get me anything more than a light brush over my curls as he forced me back to the mattress.
“Patience.” He pushed my hips down. “Has no man ever taken his time with you?”
I shook my head. “Not like this.” In the past, going slow had only meant how long it took to get me undressed.
“Just feel,” he insisted, popping his mouth off my nipple. It was a hard instruction to follow with so many inputs swamping me all at once.
His lips traveled the length of my neck and collarbone again before returning to join his hand at my breast.
It was rapidly becoming too much and not enough at the same time as I felt my body tightening for the coming explosion. When his fingers split my folds again, they finally reached my clit, circling, squeezing, and circling again and again.
I felt ready to splinter apart when he pulled his hand away. The whimper I released wasn’t a sound I was proud of.
“I want to taste you,” he said as he moved lower.
I shuddered. My body hummed with nerves as I watched Zane place himself between my legs. Don, my college boyfriend, had gone down on me a few short times, but Zane’s words were so intensely erotic that even before he started, this eclipsed any previous experience.
Zane lifted my knees and parted my legs, kissing up the insides of my thighs. “Lie back.”
I fisted the sheets, on the cusp of exploding before he even started. My eyes were glued to him as he worked his way toward my apex. When he slowly peppered light kisses along the length of my folds, I grabbed his hair and pulled him into me.
He resisted, continuing to torture me with slow licks along the length of my sex, circling my entrance before traveling up to circle my clit with that clever tongue of his. “I knew you’d taste this good. I knew it.”
Every cell in my body coiled tight with anticipation. “Please,” I begged.
He looked up and grinned.
There was not a shred of doubt that he was about to make me come like I never had before, with or without a mechanical aid.
One hand left my leg to caress my breast and tease my nipple. “Do you trust me, baby?” he asked when he came up for air and our eyes connected.
Nodding vigorously, I squeaked out, “Completely.”
Without warning, two fingers probed my entrance and thrust inside.
