Shank tugged on her legs, and as soon as Allie opened them, he knelt between her knees. That was so much better. She wrapped her legs around him and squeezed, trapping him.
He kept torturing her with little feather touches, but now he added soft kisses and whispers that made his breath drift across her skin. His loose hair tickled her stomach, and Allie ran her fingers through it and then fisted it, forcing him closer. He smiled at her, yielding as she pulled him down and crushed her lips to his. His fingers clutched her hips, and she tightened her legs until his body was pressed against her mound.
When she finally let go of his hair, he gave her one more kiss, almost chaste by comparison, and then started working his way south across the landscape of her body. Now his lips were firm, teasing and nipping along the underside of one breast, sucking until he marked a spot over her ribs. When he finally kissed the line where her thigh met her hip, Allie put her hands on either side of his head and pushed him toward her wet pussy.
Shank took the hint. He slipped his tongue between the lips, teasing the clit with only the briefest of touches.
Allie fisted the sheets and angled her hips up for more. “This is not taking care of me. This is more like driving me insane.”
“Maybe it’s both.” Shank moved to her left nipple, circling it with his tongue before sucking at it. He tugged on the other nipple. Allie was drowning in pleasure, her body sending flares of desire through her until her pussy nearly hurt. She slid her hand down between their sweating bodies and had barely touched her clit when the orgasm hit her. Every muscle tightened, and her breath caught in her chest as she bucked against Shank. He held her through the shivering quakes, and when she fell back, boneless and sated, he moved.
She grabbed the edge of the bed as Shank slid down her body. He lifted her legs, and Allie hooked her knees over his shoulders. After giving Allie a wicked look, Shank leaned close and used his tongue to circle her hard clit. Allie cried out as Shank sucked on the aching nub.
Allie bucked against Shank’s mouth, and wordless cries slipped out as the orgasms hit her again. He had been holding her hips, but now he slipped his fingers into her, pistoning in and out as he continued to suck on her clit. When he finally stopped, Allie thought he would fuck her, but instead he flicked his tongue against her swollen clit. Sparks seemed to dance under her skin, and her toes curled.
“Enough. Do it.” Allie half expected him to ignore her, to keep playing her body and forcing out notes of passion she hadn’t known existed before. Instead, he pulled his fingers out and carefully set her back down on the bed.
She kept her legs wrapped around him, but when he moved up her body, she gripped loosely enough for him to position himself above her.
“No more teasing,” she said as she grabbed his shoulders.
“No more teasing,” he agreed.
She tilted her hips up, and he plunged his cock into her. Allie gasped, and that was when he leaned close to kiss her. She could taste the salt of her own juices on his lips. It was erotic and dirty, and her pussy tightened. Shank groaned into her mouth.
Allie clung to him, but she didn’t comment as he set the pace—first brutally fast and then slowing somewhat into a steady rhythm that made her whine in the back of her throat and arch her back as she tried to take more and more of him into her body.
She screamed.
She used her legs to pull him into her harder, or maybe she was thrusting her body up into his, but they slammed into each other. He threw his head back, his hair sliding over her shoulders. A shiver went through her. The featherlight and cool touch of his hair, the thick cock pounding her, the muscled body—Allie felt like she was flying apart.
“Finish me. Fuck it. Finish me!” she screamed. He drove himself forward and did something with his fingers against her clit. Allie surrendered to the orgasm that slammed into her. Shank’s thrusts grew wild, and Allie’s fingers slipped away from his sweat-stained back, but she reached for him again, arching her body up as he came with a cry.
The intensity shocked her. It nearly overwhelmed her as she lay in the middle of the bed panting, her body aching in delicious ways. She could feel Shank’s cum inside her, and a tiny part of her wondered what it would be like to stop taking the prophylactic antibodies, to let his cum actually move into her body, to let it merge with her. The thought shocked her, and for a second, she lost the ability to breathe.
Shank dropped down next to her, still gently stroking her clit as the aftershocks of the orgasm made her limbs tremble. He placed a kiss on her shoulder, and she was suddenly aware of how sweaty she was. Sweaty and starting to get cold as the sweat dried.
She shivered. “Should turn the heat up,” she muttered. She didn’t actually have the energy to get up and do that, but she could at least comment on the need.
Shank grabbed the blankets from the foot of the bed where they’d kicked them, and pulled the covers up. His arm slid around her waist, and he tugged her close before kissing her shoulder again. “I like taking care of you,” he said in a tone that sounded confessional.
“And I like when you do it,” Allie said. Shank’s arms tightened, and Allie let herself drift off to a half sleep where she could float on the endorphins rushing through her veins.
