“Oh, my god!” she cried out, her walls clamping around his intrusion. Her intimate muscles rippling along the length of his digit as if to welcome him in.
His cock jerked so hard it slapped against his stomach. His heart raced so fast he could feel the hum of his blood through his veins. And every inch of his skin was on fire.
Curling his finger slightly, he found the rough, satiny patch of flesh that was sure to send her careening into ecstasy. He knew he’d found the correct spot even before she drew in a sharp breath because her stomach muscles contracted.
Setting up a slow, steady rhythm, he loved the way her body clung to him with each retreat and then softened with each advance. Retreat and advance. Retreat and advance.
Her hips matched the thrusting of his hand. His own hips jerked slightly, rubbing his erection against the skin of her hip.
All he could think was…
Wet. Silky.Mine.
She lifted her chin to watch what he was doing to her. And the instant she did, her pupils dilated so wide they nearly eclipsed the blue of her irises.
Itwasan incredibly erotic sight. His arm stroking so the muscles and tendons stood out. Her hips pumping in a motion as old as time. Wetness glistening on both of them.
His cock bounced rudely, as if to catch her attention and remind her of its readiness. Wolf pressed it into the mattress, telling it to be patient.
The bastard only throbbed painfully in protest.
Her head fell back against the pillow then, her eyes screwed tight. And he watched as rivers of pleasure flowed through her body, rushing sweetly, building speed.
He could feel how close she was in the undulating grip of her womanhood. Hear it in her thready, mewling breaths. See it in the bright wash of red that mottled her skin.
“Go on and help yourself,” he growled, low and hungry, and then felt a drop of pre-cum leave the tip of his cock when she reached down and pressed two fingers against her clitoris, moving them in a quick, circular motion.
“That’s right, darlin’,” he whispered. “Let it happen. Don’t fight it.”
Each of his thrusts pressed a groan from her lips. And when he added a second finger to the first, she finally gave it up for him.
Her groans became a long, shattering cry. Her hips arched high off the mattress. And her inner walls squeezed so tight around his marauding fingers that his knuckles rubbed together.
Holding his fingers deep and high inside her, he massaged that rough, swollen patch of flesh. Drawing out her climax. Milking every last ounce of pleasure from her until slowly, ever so slowly, her hips sank back into the mattress and her muscles loosened.
He only allowed her a moment’s reprieve, a second or two to slide from the heights of orgasm, before reclaiming her lips.
Women, at least some of them, had the ability to cum over and over again. The trick was to take advantage of that refractory period. Let them drift down. But not too far before pushing them back up.
He was determined to discover if Chrissy was one of those women. Hehopedso.
Because I’m only gettin’ started.
He stroked his tongue into her mouth, and at first she was passive, still recovering. But then a hungry little growl sounded at the back of her throat and she began returning his caresses, her hand sneaking down between them to take hold of his restless dick.
Holy fuck!Her palm was warm. Her fingers were curious as they traced his veins and explored his swollen, weeping head.
It was only through manful focus and discipline he didn’t go off in her hand. That’s how horny he was for her. And hewouldgo off if she kept it up.
“Not yet.” He encircled her wrist and pulled her hand away. If his cock had a voice it would’ve cried out in disappointment.
She pursed her wonderfully kiss-swollen mouth. “But why?”
“I won’t be able to hold back if you keep touchin’ me, darlin’. I’ll have to fuck you. And I’m not ready for that. Not yet.”
“Why?” There was a recklessness in her eyes. And a hunger he knew was reflected in his own.
“I’ve touched every inch of you. Now it’s time to kiss those same sweet inches. And when I make you cum again, I want to taste it on my tongue.”
