“And what if I don’t?” I ask, desperate to hold on to any shred of self-control.
“You will.” He says it confidently. “Or I’ll keep doing this.” Another flick of his tongue. “And this.” He bites my thigh. “And this.” Nibbles his way back down.
It’s delicious. And maddening. So close to giving me what I want, but so far.
I close my eyes.
“Please,” I whisper.
“What was that?”
“Please.” I say it louder this time, but still quietly.
“Say it again.” Angus’ voice is husky with want.
“Please. Please, Angus. Please lick my pussy. Please put your fingers inside me. Please!” I half-shout the last word, bucking against him, the pressure of his hands on my arms, anything to ease the ball of hot, tight need that is overtaking my rational mind.
His fingers tighten, holding me in place. “That’s right. Ask for what you want.”
And then his mouth is on me, soft lips and even softer tongue, warm and enveloping, as he swipes up between my lips, moaning as he tastes me, and flicks the tip of his tongue over my clit.
The sensation is electric.
He does it again, and again. Drawing back and pushing close, drinking me in. “Delicious,” he murmurs. “You’re so fucking delicious.”
Then he slides a finger inside me, and my eyes roll back. God, that’s good. It’s everything.
Angus sets a rhythm, alternating licking my clit with working his finger, adding a second when I gasp for more. I can feel myself clenching around him, my need spiralling higher. I don’t usually find it so easy, especially not the first time, but his mouth is magic, his tongue expertly giving my body what it needs, and soon I’m on the edge, riding his fingers myself, my hips lifting to meet his every thrust.
“Fuck, Angus!”
He stills before I peak, lifting his head and smiling at me wolfishly, as I wriggle desperately on the fingers that are still buried in me to the hilt.
“Please,” I whine, wriggling again. “Please. I need to cum.”
“I love a quick learner.” He moves up the bed towards me and claims my mouth. I can taste myself on him, my needy musk. “Don’t worry, love. You’ll get to cum. The question is: on my mouth or my cock?”
Now that he’s say it, I want it. Want him inside me. Want to come apart while he splits me in two.
“Cock,” I whimper.
“That’s my lass.”
He pulls back, grabbing a condom from his wallet. I watch hungrily as he pulls off his boxers, taking him in for the first time. His length springs free, already hard as iron, and intimidatingly big. He catches me watching and smiles softly.
“There’s nothing here you can’t handle.”
I’m almost shivering with need, my stymied orgasm still front and centre in my mind, my body rippling with it. I’m a hair-fine trigger away from exploding. Angus opens the foil packet and slowly rolls the condom on, eyes fluttering closed as he does. Then he’s kneeling between my legs, his dick hovering at my entrance.
I press against it, willing him inside.
“God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he says, leaning over me to kiss me again.
I wrap my arms around him and draw him down. “Fuck me, Angus,” I whisper in his ear. “I want you to obliterate me.”
He claims my mouth and as he does, presses inside me. I can feel myself expanding, taking him in, as he slides into me until he is buried to the hilt. We lay there for a second, as I pulse around him. I dig my fingers into his broad, muscled back, and tilt my hips, taking him even deeper.
“Careful, London. Don’t make me lose control.”
