I continue to stroke and stroke and stroke until her breathing becomes incredibly labored and her legs fall open, no longer trying to hide from me. That’s when I pull my mouth away and let her just feel.
Her eyes fall open, and she’s about to ask what I’m doing when I bring my mouth back to her clit, but instead of long, flat strokes, I press the tip of my tongue against her and flick.
“Jesus.” She shifts beneath me, and her hands fall to the sheets under us. “Oh God, what…oh fuck, what is…oh my God, Wilder.”
I flick harder.
Faster.
Her head falls back. Her nipples point straight to the ceiling. Her hands curl into fists as they grip the sheets.
“Oh my God. Oh fuck. Wilder, I’m…I’m…” She doesn’t get to finish her sentence, because her orgasm tips her right over the edge.
I push my fingers inside her and continue to ride out her orgasm, letting her walls contract around my fingers.
I envision that feeling around my cock.
I salivate over the thought of fucking her.
Of driving deep inside her.
Of pleasuring her with my piercings.
Giving her a new experience she’ll never forget.
I continue to lick her until she has fully settled and relaxed. Her eyes flash open, and the smallest of smiles passes over her lips before she covers her mouth.
“Are you about to fucking laugh?” I ask, sitting up.
She shakes her head, but she’s lying.
“You are. You’re about to laugh.” I grip her side and give her a tiny shake, which of course causes her to let out that laugh of hers. “Why the fuck are you laughing?”
“I’m sorry,” she says in a cutely shy way. “I just…I’ve never spoken like that before.”
I lift a brow. “You mean when you come?”
“Yeah,” she says. “I just shocked myself is all.”
“Good,” I say and then smooth my hand up her stomach and between her breasts, where I rest my palm, right at the base of her neck. Her smile falters, and her breathing picks up again. “I like that you shocked yourself. It was incredibly hot, Scottie.”
She swallows and then lifts up and pulls me in close so her lips press against mine.
And I fucking love that.
I love that she has no problem kissing me after I’ve gone down on her. I love that she wants more. I love that she feels confident enough to even seek out more.
“I…I want to touch you,” she says.
“Touch me all you want, babe,” I say as I play with her left breast, rubbing her nipple in between my fingers.
“I want you to lie down so I can touch you.”
Seeing a bit of confidence in her, I take that moment to kiss her one more time and then lie back on the bed, my cock still hard as a rock.
She gets in a position where she nearly hovers over me, then her hand trails over my pecs, around my nipples, which makes my cock twitch, and then down my stomach, bypassing my cock altogether and teasing me.
“Is your plan to torture me?” I ask.
