I run my fingers through his silky, dark hair. “I know, and I love you too.” I send him a cheeky grin. “But I’ll love you even more if you make me come with your mouth. I ache for you, K.”
He rubs his thumb along my swollen lower lip. “As I ache for you, pretty girl.” He kisses me softly and sweetly, and I melt into the bed. “And I will never leave you wanting.”
He moves to slide down my body again.
“On one condition,” I blurt. “You let me reciprocate this time.” He hasn’t let me touch his penis, and I’m done with inequality. I can tell he’s going to shoot me down again, so I crawl into his lap, circling my arms around his neck. “Baby, please. I need to touch you. I want to make you come. I want to watch the pleasure on your face, knowing my hands and my mouth did that to you. Please let me.” I clasp his beautiful face in both hands, basking in the glow of love emanating from his gorgeous blue eyes. “Please let me love you.”
“I’m afraid if I let you do it once, I’ll want it all the time,” he admits, his eyes blazing with desire.
“I fail to see the problem,” I tease.
“I never want you to feel obligated.”
“Are you going to force me?”
“What!” Disbelief and anger flood his features. “Why the hell would you ask me that?!”
“Baby. Calm down.” I peck his lips, clinging to him tight. “I’m sorry. Poor choice of words. You’re not going to make me do anything I don’t want to do, so can we agree if I touch you it’s because I want to make you feel good?”
His features soften as he nods, and a layer of stress lifts off my shoulders. “And if you don’t want me to, you only have to say it. I never want to make you do anything you don’t want to do either.”
He chuckles, pressing a feather-soft kiss to the underside of my jaw. I shiver all over, and my core throbs with fresh need. “What’s so funny?”
“The notion that I’d ever not be in the mood,” he replies. “I’m a guy, and you turn me on so much, Sel. I’ll never get enough.” He grabs the hem of my top, pulling it up my body. “This okay?” he asks.
“More than okay,” I pant, as I let him remove it.
“I love your body,” he murmurs, kissing the swell of my breasts. I’m on his lap, my chest at the perfect position for his hot mouth. “And I love these,” he adds, caressing my tits in his big hands. I cry out when his mouth suctions on my left breast while his hand fondles my right.
Then he guides me down flat on my back, nipping, licking, and sucking his way down my body until he reaches my panties. I arch my hips and lift my butt off the bed so he can remove them. And then, his mouth is exactly where I want it. Lapping at my most intimate part, his tongue licking a line up and down my folds. When his tongue pushes inside me, I almost buck off the bed. The intensity of the sensations rippling throughout my body is out of this world. I know I’m not going to last long, and I want his fingers in me. I know he’s afraid to do it, because of what happened that one time we tried, but I need to feel his fingers in me now.
“I want your fingers, K.” I prop up on my elbows to look at him. “Please. I promise it will be okay.”
He glances at me through hooded lashes, and it’s so carnal watching the man I love with his head between my thighs, staring at me with so much lust and love in his eyes. “Tell me if it hurts or you want me to pull them out,” he croaks after a few moments of intense staring.
“I will.”
Slowly, he inserts one finger, moving it carefully in and out of me, watching for my reaction the whole time.
“More,” I whisper, loving the feel of his finger inside me.
“Fuck,” he hisses when he inserts another digit and my muscles clench around him.
“Faster,” I pant, arching my hips as I ride his hand. Pressure is building and building, and I’m on the edge of something monumental. He pumps his fingers a little faster, still cautious, but when his tongue flattens on my clit, I explode around his fingers and his tongue, crying out as the most incredible wave of pleasure consumes every part of me.
He rides it out with me, only withdrawing his fingers when my sated body has collapsed against the bed. “Oh my God.” I giggle, grabbing him to me. “That was amazing.” I kiss him hard. “I love your magical fingers.” I giggle again, and I want to bottle this feeling. This moment.
“I love you,” he simply says, taking my hand and bringing it to his mouth. “More and more every day.”
“I love you beyond anything humanly possible,” I say. “Beyond words. Beyond logic. Beyond space and time.” He bends down to kiss me, but I slip out from under him, pushing him down onto his back. “And now it’s time I showed you.”
24
Selena
Iwaste no time removing his pants, freeing his penis, leaving him completely bare. And he’s magnificent. Broad, smooth chest. Chiseled abs with a tempting line of dark hair trailing down to his long, thick erection. I fist my hand around his hard length, stroking him in firm, long strokes, watching as his eyes roll back and his shoulders melt into the bed.
“Faster, please, babe,” he murmurs, and I increase my pace, pumping him up and down, enjoying the look of intense pleasure washing over his face. I bend down, and my tongue darts out, licking the bead of precum on the tip of his penis. He groans. A deep, primitive groan that sends heat to my core and puts a big smile on my face.
