“Look at me,” he says, and my eyes fly open. “Are you really sure?”
I nod, thankful that he cares enough to ask twice when most men I’ve been with didn’t even bother to ask once.
With his gaze locked on mine, his hands slide down my shoulders, and the sensation of his rough palms moving over my smooth skin sends a shiver of anticipation up my spine. He continues his perusal of my body, his hands skimming the sides of my breasts on their way to my ribs and down to my hips. Then he’s pulling me against him, tethering us together as he dips his head and his lips meet mine.
His kiss is slow and gentle, like he’s taking care to make sure he’s not rushing me, but as I loop my arms around his shoulders, my lips part for him and then he’s invading my mouth like he’s done waiting. The growl that escapes as our tongues clash has me lifting a leg and wrapping it around his hips. His hands are on the back of my thighs and he lifts me like I weigh nothing.
My core lines up perfectly against his hard length, and I lock my ankles together behind his back, enjoying the way my clit presses against him and how his cock throbs at the contact. He thrusts his hips slightly, just enough to give me pressure on my clit, and my hips move in response until we’re a tangled mess of kisses and moans.
With his deep kisses and constant movement against my clit, the pressure builds quickly and my core is clenching, reminding me that it needs to be filled. But then he’s turning and taking a step toward the bed before kneeling on it and laying me on my back.
He trails kisses down my jaw and along my neck, and then his hands are behind his back, unhooking my ankles where I’ve locked them in place. He brings my feet to each side of him on the bed, so my knees are bent and, as he sits up, I’m on full display in front of him.
He trails his thumb along my seam and groans. “So beautiful, and so wet for me.”
I want to make a joke, to bring back the easy banter from the bar, but that girl is gone, choked out by the very real anticipation of having sex with this stranger. This stranger who is running his thumb through the slickness coating me and then circling lightly over my clit, just enough to have my back arching off the bed, while he gazes down at me with a devious look in his eye.
While continuing the pattern with his thumb, he bends forward, resting his other elbow at my side and cupping my breast with his large hand. He brings his lips to my nipple andsucks me into his mouth while running the tip of his tongue back and forth across my sensitive peak.
The moan I let out as my back arches off the bed again isn’t sexy, it’s guttural and raw, and an honest response to the way he’s pleasuring me right now. It seems to spur him on, because his thumb plunges into me and leaves me gasping as his teeth rake over my nipple. And then he’s kissing his way down the underside of my breast and across my stomach as he scoots his body down the bed.
When his face is almost at the junction of my legs, I startle and half sit, using my elbow to prop myself up. “You... you don’t have to do that.”
He glances up at me. “I want to.”
“But—” I’ve always gotten the sense that guys find going down on girls kind of... pointless? Or just something to suffer through before having sex?
“I’ve been wanting to know what you taste like forhours. Ever since you crossed your legs at the bar and your dress slid up your thigh. All I could focus on was the flash of pink lace underwear I saw before you pulled your dress back down. I wanted to know what your legs would feel like, clamped around my head as I brought you right to the edge?—”
“Oh god.” My breathing is so ragged I nearly have to gasp out the words.
He sits up on bent knees and stretches forward, reaching beyond me. And then he’s lifting my upper back and sliding pillows behind me so I’m propped up.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“I get the sense that this is new for you. So, I want to be able to see you so I can make sure you’re enjoying it.”
“You actuallywantto do this?”
“Have I not made that clear?”
“I just... I didn’t think guys liked this.”
“I’m sorry,” he says, running his thumb along my jawline. “Real men like to eat. So I don’t know who you’ve been with before, but they clearly weren’t men.”
My chest shakes with honest laughter because I think he’s hit the nail right on the head. I haven’t had sex with that many guys before, but they all feel like fucking children compared to the man in front of me.
He pushes my knees apart until I’m wide open in front of him, and even in the darkness, I can see him focus his gaze on my pussy. “Now, if you can stop trying to convince me I don’t want to do this, I’d really like to know what you taste like.”
I gulp and nod, hoping that he’s so focused on my arousal that he doesn’t notice the way I get a double chin when I look down at him. But then he’s using his thumbs to spread me, and dipping his head to taste me and provide pleasure like I’ve never experienced. I’m no longer thinking about my own insecurities. I’m thinking about the way he’s toying with my clit, sucking it between his lips while he runs his tongue over it, the way he sinks two fingers into me and my entire core contracts around them. And when he moans in response, the vibrations almost send me over the edge.
Then my hips are moving to meet the thrust of his fingers, and his tongue is working my clit with an unimaginable level of expertise. My back arches again as I hiss out, “Yesss.” My hands fist the comforter beneath me as my core clenches. I try to relax because I can feel the orgasm right beyond my reach and I’m too tense to let it take over.
As if he knows exactly what I need, he lifts his head. He meets my eyes as his fingers stroke along my inner walls, and says, “I’m going to need you to relax.”
I lick my lips, letting myself exhale and release a bit of tension.
“Just like that,” he says, his gaze never leaving mine as he puts his thumb on my clit while his fingers continue working me. “Now, are you going to keep breathing so I can go back to tasting you?”
