She smiled when I removed my shirt. I’d never been the most chiseled guy. Extra fat appeared all over my body. Naomi’s eyes widened as she took me in. I chuckled a little at her expression. She looked pleased, and I was glad she enjoyed the sight. I removed my pants but kept my boxers on because I wanted to focus on her now. I could wait. Right now, she needed to come.
“Relax,” I whispered as I kissed Naomi’s belly. “Lie back and enjoy.”
She sighed and remained sitting up straight as she ran her hands through my hair. “I want you to enjoy it, too.”
“You don’t think I’m going to enjoy the hell out of eating this pussy?” I raised a brow at her. “Of making it mine for the night? Naomi, I’m going to take everything you have to offer me. After that, I’m going to fill you up like you wouldn’t imagine. I have so much in store for you.”
Naomi’s eyes have never been this wide. She had no words. I’ve never seen her speechless. I chuckled at the sight and decided I kind of liked being on the other end. Now, I was talking her ear off while she listened in awe.
“My cock has wanted you since the night I broke open the bathroom door. It’s been torture smelling you every time I take a shower.” As I gave my confession, I rubbed tiny circles around her clit. “Fucking torture. I gave in a few times and jacked off in there.”
She moaned at my words. “You fucked your fist while thinking of me?”
I nodded. “I imagined your sweet mouth on my tip, sucking me dry.”
“What else?” She encouraged while sneaking a hand between us, under my boxers, to grab my cock. I closed my eyes for a second as my head spun, feeling her touch. Her fingers pumped up and down. She used my pre-cum as lube. I had to grip the bedsheets to remain focused. What had we been talking about? My fantasies. Right.
“Me inside you, giving you every inch. Finishing on your ass…” I trailed off when her grip tightened on my shaft and her other hand squeezed my balls. Damn. She knew what she was doing. My ears rang.
“You plan to finish on me?” she asked with a sweet smile.
“If you let me,” I said in a thin voice. Naomi’s hand job would be the death of me if I didn’t put an end to it soon. This was supposed to be about her for now.
“I’m going to let you.”
Her mouth found mine. We parted our lips, tongues clashing as she fisted my cock.
“One condition,” she said when she pulled back.
“Anything, anything.” I was hers. Completely hers. The feeling of utter devotion should have frightened me, but I’ve never been more thrilled.
“Let me finish on you first,” was her request.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Naomi
IhadthisfantasyI’d never shared before. I’d felt too embarrassed to explain it to my partners. But after hearing Finn tell me he masturbated in the shower, I felt like he was the perfect person to explore with. He knew me better than any of my past boyfriends. There were so many sides of me only Finn got to see. And so many sides of him he felt comfortable enough to only share with me. We were a haven for one another.
As expected, Finn didn’t blink an eye when I pulled my dress back on. I told him to lie on the bed and he followed my instructions.
“Are you comfortable?” I asked. “It might be better without a pillow.”
Finn tossed the pillow to the side in a heartbeat. I laughed at the eagerness in his movement.
“Tell me if you want to stop,” I reminded him.
“I won’t need to.” He shook his head and gestured for me to crawl on top of him. “You might not realize this, but there is nothing hotter than having a woman like you want to sit on my face. I keep wondering what I did in my other life to deserve this.”
I laughed at the wide smile on his lips. My grump wasn’t stoic in the bedroom. He offered me smiles and praise without faltering. There wasn’t a moment I felt unwanted. Finn was open with his desire for me. God, it felt good to be the object of his affection. You’d think I was the hottest woman in the world from how he touched me.
My fantasy was born from years of consuming regency romance films. The balls and manners weren’t what made me fall in love with the era. It was the dresses. Thick, long, and perfect for hiding someone if they were going down on you. I stumbled across one film by accident where a woman was face-sitting. Her dress stretched across her legs, hiding her partner’s head from view as she rode his tongue. In the past, I’d mounted pillows to mimic the visual. But nothing came close to the real thing. The second Finn’s mouth captured my clit, I felt a jolt go through my belly. This was the feeling I’d longed for. He gripped my ass, tugging me down, so I wasn’t hovering but properly sitting.
“I… I don’t want to suffocate you,” I said between breathy moans as I tried to push myself up on my knees.
Finn’s response was to pull me closer. He squeezed my ass as if to say,it’s worth it. The hair on his cheeks tickled my inner thighs. I leaned my head back as his tongue circled my clit in long, constant strokes. He took his time. Finn sucked on me like he was willing to let me fuck his mouth for the rest of the week. I gasped when his hands spread my ass cheeks. He massaged them and the sensation sent a hot pulse throughout my pussy. My walls clenched and, as if sensing it, he slipped two fingers inside of me.
“Oh, my God, Finn.” I grabbed onto my headboard to steady myself. My pussy squeezed around his fingers. I could feel cum dripping onto his warm tongue. He licked up every drop with determination. My heart hammered in my chest as I experienced the hottest sensation of my life. I was sitting on the face of a six-foot hockey player. He was eating me out like he wanted nothing more out of life. When I ground my hips, he moaned into my pussy. My wide movements make my clit brush against his nose. Finn didn’t mind getting his entire face into the mix. His grip stayed firm, and his fingers continued to pump in and out of me.
