I hated the scientific uncertainty of it all. But it was decision time. With Clara’s voice in my head urging me to take risks and Hudson’s encouragement ringing in my ears, I made mine. Reckless and stupid as it was. “Yeah. I want you.”
He shrugged. “Then everything else is secondary.”
Attacking his lips with my own, I grabbed him by the waist and pulled his body flush against mine. I’d never put my robe on, so I was still completely naked. With only his briefs between us, he could be inside me in a second. I was certainly wet enough, having never really recovered from last night’s peak horniness.
But he threaded his hands through my hair, twisting the locks slightly to keep me in place. Like he was doing everything in his power not to let me go. My hands fumbled with his briefs,but he pulled back, keeping me just far enough away that he could dip down and take my left nipple in his mouth.
I moaned. Nipple clamps and stimulators were all very well and good, but—
Oh!
He bit down slightly on my hardened bud, then made up for the tweak of pain with a deep kiss. He repeated the process on my right, removing his hand from my hair long enough to ensure that both nipples got equal attention—one from his mouth, one from his fingers.
I had spent twenty-six years without ever once having a real dick in me, and yet my pussy had never felt so empty.
As if reading my thoughts, he turned me around to face the kitchen island. A strong hand cupped the back of my neck, guiding me down until I was bent over the counter. Hands on the faux marble, framing my head. Feet wide on the floor, so my legs were spread for him. I was exposed, his for the taking.
My breath made fireworks of condensation on the countertop. Every one of my internal systems hummed in anticipation.
Arching my back, I presented my ass, waiting for him to enter me from behind. When he didn’t, I offered:
“Aren’t you going to…?”
He tutted, then stepped forward, closing much of the gap between us. The head of his length danced against my dripping entrance, teasing me with what I wanted most. “I told you. I can’t give you what you want until you ask for it.”
My mind flashed for a moment to the folder of diagrams and specs on the BuzzCorp servers, the results of lab studies on stimulation and arousal. He was pushing every button, playing out the science on my extremely willing body. Delay and denial were useful tools in the sex toy department. Now I understood their merit in real-world applications.
His cock slipped against my clit for the briefest of seconds.My entire body shuddered from the contact. I could almost hear his self-satisfied smirk.
“Please…” I swallowed hard, barely able to form a complete thought except: “I need you inside me.”
He was more than happy to oblige. I cried out as he filled me with one long, perfect thrust. My hands splayed across the counter; my nipples stung from the sensation of the cold surface underneath them.
Once inside me, he hesitated. No thrusting. No movement. Just the solid all of him stretching my walls, waiting for permission to continue.
Instinctively, as if urging him to come the hell on, my pussy seized around him. But he held firm.
“And?” he prompted.
I swallowed. “Fuck me. And don’t stop.”
His cock probed once against the back of me, and then he was fucking me like he wanted the memory branded into my skin. Like he wanted to write his sex into my core’s memory. Like he never wanted another man to compare. Like no other pussy had ever compared for him.
It was every bit as fulfilling as last night had been. But where that had been the work of a man who believed it was his last time—a man who wanted to savor each sensation—this was the work of a man who wanted me to come back again and again and again.
I met him every time, yearning for more, faster, deeper. When my hand wandered down to my clit, however, he grabbed my wrist and firmly directed my palm back to the counter. From the corner of my eye, I watched him retrieve the finger vibrator.
All this he did without missing a single stroke inside me.
How was it that he was this flawlessly competent at every single thing he did—including me?
“So. Are we also going to revise our agreement on practicaldemonstrations? I think they would be very instructive for my sex toy education.”
I would give him anything he wanted if he made me cum right now.
“Yes. Yes. I’ll show you. I’ll teach you—”
Each word was more strangled than the last.
