He flips me over like he can’t make a decision. “A wise woman told me it would be like this,” he tells me, before spreading my knees and attacking my clit with his tongue again with the perfect amount of pressure. Two fingers, not one, enter me slowly. I groan. “That we’re both so competent, it would be crazy good when we finally fucked.”
He slips his fingers out and stands on the floor, pulling me by the thighs to the edge of the bed. “How’s this for competency porn?” he hums, kneeling, before he fucks me with his tongue now, long and warm and thick, rubbing it in and out and around.
“Oh god,” I groan. “Oh, fuck. Yes. Please. There.” His thumb moves in firm circles around my clit while his tongue continues its ministrations. “How?!” I’m muttering nonsensically, feeling my orgasm building at the of my spine. “I thought it’s been years. Is eating pussy like riding a bike?”
The pressure stops for just a moment while he laughs. Dom switches it up again, now sucking on my clit, two fingers curled up inside me and massaging upwards. He takes his other hand and pushes down on my pelvis, right on top of my g-spot, increasing the pressure of his curled up fingers tenfold, wiggling and sucking aggressively, andwhat in the actual fuck is happening?!
This goes on forever. Too long. “Oh no oh no oh no oh no,” I’m wailing, head thrashing back and forth, and something is very wrong, something is happening, this isn’t normal, and I feel a gush of liquid leave my body before I come like a fucking freight train, my back bowing off the bed. I can’t even scream, I’m coming so hard it hurts, I grind violently into his tongue, onto his fingers, and he keeps them there with the solid dependability I’ve grown to love.
I slowly drift back to earth, only to realize he’s still working me, and my oversensitive cunt is inexplicably ramping back up.
“Over and over again,” he mutters, before lashing at my clit with his tongue, and I almost tell him it’s too much before another orgasm crests, soft and warm and slow this time, shuddering through my body.
I kick him away because I’ve died. My dead corpse kicks him away, and I finally get a look at him and he’s soaking wet, everything is soaking wet. His face is wet, his chin is wet, and there’s a wet spot on the edge of the bed where my ass was, and I’m a little horrified. He beams like he won some sort of competition, wiping his face with the back of his hand. “Of course you’re a squirter,” he says, smug and totally unfazed.
I stare at him. “That’s never happened to me in my entire life.”
His grin grows impossibly wider, more feral now, all incisors. “Like I said,” he starts, before I cut him off.
“Fuck you,” I say, dragging him to me by the neck so I can thank him properly with my tongue, so grateful and in awe of what he just did to me. I taste myself in his mouth, tangy and sharp. “How did you know? I thought it’s been a long time.”
“I remember that trick from my sow-my-wild-oats years. Plus, you’re so expressive,” he says, licking into my mouth. “Responsive. You let me know exactly what you like and don’t like.”
I melt a little at his constant ability to read me. His dick is indeed hard again, and I feel it brush against my thigh. I grope around and grip it tightly, working it.
“Please fuck me now,” I say into his mouth.
He pulls away. “Do you have a condom?”
I’m mesmerized by the ink on his pecs, the strong lines of his thighs, his erection jutting proudly towards me. I need it inside me immediately, need to feel the stretch. “I’m clean. And I’m on birth control.”
Dom sits further back on his haunches. “That’s what Frankie’s mom said, too,” he tells me, after a moment.
“Fuck. Sorry,” I shake my head, clearing it of its squirting orgasm fog. “Yes, I have some in my toiletry bag in the bathroom.” I push up on my hands, but he gently pushes me back down.
“I’ll go,” he says, walking into the bathroom and turning on the light. I hear him rifling around, then I hear him laugh.
“What?!” I call in.
He walks back out with a bunch in his hand, but then flicks it down like a deck of cards. An entire sleeve of condoms drops down, maybe ten or twenty, like he’s a sex magician or something. “I thought you were taking a break.”
I refuse to be embarrassed. “I always come prepared. What if I found a hot little townie at the Westerly dive bar?”
He tears one off the top, rips the packet open with his teeth. He looks especially good doing it. “Would you have been able to fuck to The Doobie Brothers all night long?”
“I can fuck to anything all night long,” I say, snatching the condom from him. “Let me have another taste first.”
“How about sea shanties?” he asks, climbing up my body and straddling my chest before bending all the way over to fuck my face.
I groan when he shoves it deep, giving me no warning, because of course he figured out that I like it like this. He holds it in my throat for a few seconds before pulling out and letting me take a breath.
“Like that?” he asks gently.
I dig my nails into the firm muscle of his ass. “Harder. I want to choke on it.”
“Unreal,” he mutters, doing as I ask with unrestrained pleasure. The noises that are happening are obscene. I’m so turned on that I don’t know if the tears are from crying or gagging on it. I move my hand down to touch myself, and I’m drenched again. Maybe it’s a mix of both.
I tap twice on his thigh, and he immediately pulls back, because we are On the Same Page. He hovers above my stomach while I sit up and roll the condom on, relishing the weight of his cock in my hand, then the weight of it between my breasts once it’s on. He rakes his hand over his open mouth, looking down. “Can I?” he practically begs.
