“Do…some women…like this?” he asks as his face dips down, licking me with his flattened tongue from one end of my opening to the other.
“Yes…some women would like that gentle pressure.”
He begins to kiss all around my vulva, filling my body with heat as I feel the blood rush to my sexual organs. Which makes sense, considering I know I’m not using my brain right now.
What’s it that they say about men?They think with their dicks.
Well, I’m thinking with myclitright now. And the way that Cain’s dragging his tongue across it, alternating between firm, slow pressure and light flicks, has me almost thoughtless.
“And then… what next?” he asks.
His mouth is all over my pussy now, his movements less focused and sloppier. The prickle of his beard brushes back and forth against my inner thighs and across my clit. He dips his tongue into my opening then gently draws my clit between his lips and sucks down.
“Maybe add a finger,” I say breathlessly as he slips one inside, pumping languidly.
“How about two?” It’s more of a groan from him, and I can tell his resolve is slipping as fast as mine is.
“Two is fine,” I respond in a pant.
Another finger goes in as he picks up his pace, continuing to alternate between sucks, flicks and licks across my pussy. I can feel my orgasm starting to build, my toes curl into the couch cushion right when he draws back.
“And how would you feel about a finger in here?” He presses his thumb gently against my rim, not breaking the seal, but teasing it with gentle brushes of the pad of his tip. His lips are kissing across my vulva now, waiting for permission.
I know what he’s asking, but I’ve never hadbothholes filled at one time and even though I’m a sex therapist and consider myself very open-minded, I’ve just never been ready to try unless you count that wild night in Hartford when I’d said yes but we hadn’t had any lube.
But this is for research, and what’s experimentation without trying something new?
“I think that would feel good.”
He lifts his face slightly, smiles and then dips a third finger inside of my pussy to get it wet before pulling it out and pressing in my other hole just down to the first knuckle.
My body clenches around him instantly.
“Relax,” he whispers. “I’ll take it slow. I want you to feel every bit of it. I want you to feel full. And someday, you’ll be ready for me to put my cock in there.”
I try my best to relax into him as he gently moves his fingers out a little and then back in, finding a new rhythm that I realize I love.
My legs stretch; toes curl into the fabric of his couch as I settle into it.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, returning his mouth to my clit to suck.
He picks up speed and I’m back where I was only minutes before, teetering on the edge of an orgasm that I know is going to wreck me. Physically, emotionally, and mentally.
The tightness builds in my pelvis, more heat spreads through my limbs down to my toes. My pelvis clenches, clit pulses, and then it’s barreling on top of me.
“Cain…” I hiss, my insides bare down hard as the orgasm takes over me and I sink deeper into the couch and into my mind.
I’m so blissed out that I don’t realize until I open my eyes that Cain has carried me into his bed and is now undressing himself.
It’s pitch dark in his room, but the glow from the city lights bouncing off the snow highlights his towering frame. We’ve never hooked up in here, though I’ve cleaned it plenty of times, and it looks exactly the same as always: cold, clinical, untouched.
But with both of us in here now, it feels different, somehow warmer and charged with the chemistry sparking between us.
His voice is raspy, labored and hardly restrained when he speaks.
“You have no idea how hard I am for you. Listening to you talk about sex and intimacy…”
I wet my lips and lean up on my elbows to watch him. Strong, boxy abs. Messy, light brown hair. Green eyes with pupils so dilated it looks like they’re black.
