I glance back over my shoulder and see a flash of emotions—awe and surprise, and that hungry look that’s been sending shivers down my spine all afternoon.
“Baby,” I repeat, and it feels just as amazing to say it as it did the first time. “Please, baby.”
“Holy shit.” He starts working his fingers again, pumping in and out and using his thumb to grind against my clit. “I had no idea that would get to me so much.”
He grunts and leans forward, pressing his lips against the side of my neck in a surprisingly gentle kiss. Then the kiss turns to a nip, his teeth biting down just hard enough to make me gasp.
“I love all the sounds you make.” Another kiss. Another playful bite. Another gasp of pleasure. “Could listen to you all day. But first…”
I’m so delirious with need that it takes me a while to realize he’s moving lower on my body with each word, until his hands are on my thighs and I can feel his stubble against my hip.
Where he plants another gentle kiss and another, harder bite that he sucks and massages with his tongue. He’s walking that line between pain and pleasure so perfectly.
“First,” he repeats, “I’m gonna taste you.”
“God, yes. Yes, please.”
He spreads my legs wide from behind, then slides his body between them so his head is even with my pussy. He looks up and gives me one last hot look before dropping his mouth to my clit and starting to suck.
“Oh my god, Grant,” I gasp.
It’s too much. His tongue is working magic, and I can’t even focus enough to keep track of everything he’s doing. All I know is that it’s good, and wet, and dirty, and I’m getting close faster than I expected.
He slides back behind me again until I can’t see him anymore, then moves away quickly to grab something off the kitchen counter next to us. I turn to look, but he’s faster than I am.
“What are you doing back there?” I ask, turning both directions now to see if I can figure out what’s going on.
“Patience, Hurricane. Just relax and enjoy.” He pauses, and I hear the sound of a plastic lid opening. “I promise you’re gonna love this.”
Something cool—room temperature, I guess—touches my lower back, just above my tailbone, and starts slowly rolling down the curve of my ass. Very slowly. Like molasses, or…
“Is it honey?”
He chuckles quietly but doesn’t answer. Instead, he uses his free hand—that big, enormous hand—to knead one ass cheek while his tongue drags over the other, licking away the sticky wetness that’s slowly rolling down my skin. I can’t stop myself from squirming in anticipation as he keeps going, licking and biting at my ass as he laps up whatever he’s pouring slowly over me, as if it’s the best dessert he’s ever tasted.
“This honey is almost as sweet as you are,” he growls, biting harder on my cheek before switching to the other.
Holy shit, this is a whole new world of pleasure I didn’t even know existed. He’s licking and sucking and swirling his tongue over my skin, and when his finger slips between my cheeks to play with my asshole, I yelp, pressing back against the contact almost instinctively.
I don’t know if it’s the honey, or the thrill of having him do something so filthy, or the fact that he’s making me wait before finally giving me the orgasm I desperately need, but every lap of his tongue and swirl of his finger around the tight ring of muscle sends another wave of pleasure crashing over me.
“Fuck, Grant, fuck. You’re gonna make me come.”
“Not yet. Fuck, your ass is driving me crazy.” He presses his finger a little deeper to tease me, then does it again when my whole body trembles in pleasure. “Gonna fuck you right here someday, Hurricane. Would you like that?”
“Yes. Ahh! Yes.” The words come out automatically, before I’ve even had time to process them. But the more I think aboutit, the more I can imagine him slowly filling my ass while I play with myself and beg him for more. And that’s hotter than hell. “Yes, please.”
“One day.” He kisses one ass cheek and then the other, and then he’s on his feet again. “But I want to take my time when we do that for the first time, and I’m too impatient right now. I don’t think I can wait anymore.”
“Thank fuck, because I can’t either.”
As if my words have severed the last of his patience, he doesn’t waste any time. The head of his cock is already sliding between my thighs, long and thick as he uses one hand to bend me over the counter again.
“Yeah,” he growls. “Spread your legs for me.”
I do, and he groans.
With a grunt, he thrusts inside me. My inner walls tighten and clamp down around him, and his hips jerk back before shoving into me again, deeper this time.
