When I run my finger over her clit the second time, she arches her back and I need to see her do that with my head between her legs.
I pull myself out of her grasp and trail my tongue down her body, my fingers still teasing her. She wriggles and gasps and emits tiny groans beneath me and right now it feels like the best thing I've ever done in my entire life. To make Bess helpless with pleasure.
When I reach her knickers, I run my tongue up the entire length of her centre and suck on her clit through the fabric.
Her hands are back in my hair, clenching and releasing.
Then I pull her pants down her thighs and all of her is revealed to me. She smells incredible and I don't want to keep teasing her. I want to give her everything. I want to taste and feel everything.
When I cover her clit with my mouth and slip my finger inside her, she obliges my unspoken desire and arches her back. It looks glorious. She is glorious.
I press against her G spot and slide my tongue in slow upward strokes.
"Fuck," Bess says, and, "Yes," and, "Oh."
I increase my rhythm, then pull back to flick the tip of my tongue against her and when Bess says, "Oh my God," I know she's on the way to coming apart.
She slides her hands under my jaw and lifts me away from her. "Where are your condoms? I need one on you within the next thirty seconds or I'll explode."
"Bedside cabinet."
She rolls over to retrieve one and I pull off my trousers and boxers.
Tearing the small packet open with her teeth, she hands me the slippery condom and I kneel between her legs and roll it on.
I look up at her.
She looks hungry.
But I still have to ask. "Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm fucking sure. Get in me right fucking now, Ed, or I won't be responsible for my actions."
So...
I get in her.
Her heat breaks over my cock as I slowly slide in and my eyelids momentarily flutter closed.
I open them and watch her watching me, our faces an inch apart, sucking in each other's small expulsions of air. And then I'm in as far as I can go and both of us are panting as if we've sprinted a hundred yards.
"Are you okay?" I ask her.
She smiles and strokes my face. "Nobody has ever asked me that before at this point in proceedings." She kisses me. "You are exceptionally lovely, Ed Chakrabarti."
"Really?" How any man wouldn't think this is definitely a check-in point, I don't understand.
Bess slaps me on the arse. "Now get moving. I've got a year-long orgasm drought to remedy."
I reach for a pillow and slide it under her to give her the angle she needs if I'm going to help her remedy her orgasm drought in this position, and then I'm pushing into her.
I grunt.
Bess gasps.
I do it again and press my mouth against hers.
"God you feel good," she whispers against my lips.
