“Oh,god,” I groan. “You. I need you. Inside me. Please.”
He hums in satisfaction, then flips my skirt up and grabs my ankles, setting them on the edge of the counter, forcing me to brace my hands behind me. I’m not sure I’ve ever been in a more vulnerable position. But with Wes, it feels good.
“The first time I fuck you is not going to be in a dirty bar bathroom. So, hands or tongue?”
I don’t even have to think. “Tongue.”
“Thank fuck. I’ve been dying for another taste.”
He pulls my underwear down my legs and off my boots, then shoves them in his pocket. He runs the backs of two fingers up and down my slit, spreading my arousal.
“Fucking dripping. This all for me?” His tone is rough and guttural.
“Y-yes.” I gasp when he pinches my clit between two knuckles.
He drops down to his knees, grabs my ass, and yanks it to the very edge of the counter. He throws my legs over his shoulder, and without warning, takes one long lick up my center.
“Holy shit!” I cry out, throwing my head back and pressing it into the mirror at my back.
“So god damn sweet,” he groans.
I feel a finger brush from my clit, down to my entrance, and slowly slide in. He pumps it in and out carefully, then slowly adds a second, curling them just right, hitting the spot that only silicone toys have been able to reach.
My eyes roll into the back of my head as he begins to pump his hand into me at a perfect, constant rhythm, making the most lewd wet sounds echo through the small space.
“Perfect. So fuckin’ tight,” he says from beneath me.
He returns his warm mouth to my pussy while still unrelentingly pumping into me. He sucks my clit, rolling it between his teeth, over and over. Never in my life has anyone ever done something like this to me. Every other man I’ve been with has either not liked it, or been bad at it.
This is an out-of-body experience.
My low and restrained moans are now turning loud, and desperate. I feel the beginnings of my climax light my belly. My core clenches, my stomach muscles tightening, and as if he can sense it, he removes his fingers. I whine at the loss of them.
“Patience,” he chuckles darkly.
He uses both of his thumbs to open me andspitson my clit.
Holy shit, that’s hot.
He rubs the added wetness into me with his thumb, and circles my clit. “Such a pretty pussy,” he croons.
“Please, Wesley. Please,” I moan desperately.
He gently kisses up my inner thighs torturously slow, and the light shadow of scruff on his face scratches deliciously against my skin. He notices my sounds of protest, and I feel him smile against my skin.
He’s still rubbing my clit with his thumb, using the perfect amount of pressure and moving in small, tight circles. The mixture of tenderness and depravity is about to send me over the edge, and he knows it.
Without warning, he finally slides two fingers back in, and curls them inward, pumping and rubbing that spot perfectly. He licks my clit with the flat of his tongue with equal fervor, and I feel the tingling sensation start all the way in my toes.
My toes curl in my boots and I grip his messy hair with one hand as I grind into his face, chasing the friction I need. He groans in approval, somehow doubling his efforts. Warmth spreads through every limb, and it feels like my entire body is on fire. He takes one long suck of my clit, then scrapes it with his teeth a little rougher, and Iexplode.
I cry out, covering my own mouth, trying to muffle the loud sound. Wes slows, but doesn’t stop, wringing every last inch of my orgasm from me until I’m pushing at his head for mercy.
He pulls back, giving me a broad grin, then dips back down to give me one final lick from hole to clit. I jolt from the sensitivity, and he laughs.
He gets to his feet, and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “Better than I remembered,” he says, his grin turning cocky.
His hair is mussed from me pulling on it, and his cheeks are flushed. I glance down and see his very hard, verylargebulge straining against his pants. And I can’t stand it. I pull him in by his shirt, and he comes willingly.
