He expected to see disgust in her eyes or at least fear. She’d seen firsthand how big he was. He hadn’t been rough with her the past few times they’d made love, but it hadn’t always been gentle either. She was already sore. If he took her the way he wanted—the burning drive in him to mark her as his—it could scare her or hurt her. He’d rather surrender to an insurgent than do that.
But Destiny didn’t quiver in fear or run into the other room at his confession. Instead—she was always surprising him—she launched into his arms wrapping her arms around his neck pulling him down for a kiss. Not just a peck on the lips or even a passionate kiss, but a soul-searing kiss that left him feeling lightheaded and weak in the knees.
Any thoughts he had of resisting her crumbled like dry leaves in the fall. Mike wrapped his arms around her waist gripping fistfuls of her dress in his hands. Destiny groaned her approval against his lips as she rubbed her core over his erection. He spun them around and hoisted her onto the counter next to the sink.
Destiny’s dress rode up as her legs opened, cradling his hips, and she wrapped her legs around his lower back as if afraid he’d try to leave. There wasn’t a chance of that happening. His hands stroked down her soft creamy thighs and up under her dress until he reached her center.
With a flick of his wrist he brushed her panties out of his way to slip a finger inside. Destiny pulled away from the kiss tipping her head back, her arms tightening around his shoulders. Her hips rocked back and forth on the counter, riding his finger. He inserted another, scissoring them deep inside. He watched her bite her lip as she took her pleasure from him. He kept the pressure light, teasing. He wasn’t ready for her to come yet even though there was a pulsing need to be buried deep inside of her. He wanted her prepared for him. He wanted her soaking wet, begging for his cock. Only then would he sink inside of her.
One swipe across her clit and she groaned.
A second and she was begging.
A third she was shaking.
Then she snapped. Screaming his name as she came. He kept the same pressure through her crisis, waiting for the last tremor to fade before he pulled his fingers free.
“Beautiful, I love watching you come.”
Destiny fell back against the cabinet looking satiated and relaxed, her legs resting open gifting him a view to where he wanted to be buried. Only a small, thin silk barrier kept him from her center. Time to get rid of those. Gripping both sides of her panties he shucked them off. Destiny tilted her pelvis and lifted her ass to aid him.
“Your turn.” She started scooting off the counter, but he stopped her pressing his hands against her shoulders.
“Not tonight, baby girl. I’m barely hanging on as is. I’ll be lucky I don’t blow my wad the second I’m in you.”
“Then don’t make me wait.” She opened her legs wider and used the back of her feet to pull him closer, but he wouldn’t budge. She needed to come at least once more before he would make love to her.
“I promise, I’ll make it worth it.” He gave her a cocky grin as he pushed her knees apart and held them open and he dropped to his knees. Destiny watched him like a hawk, her mouth hanging open as he hovered over her core, his tongue already out.
Then he was licking her. Dragging his tongue through her labia and swirling around her clit. He closed his eyes as he fucked her with his tongue. There was no slow building up this time. His dick was already pressed painfully against his pants. He couldn’t hold off much longer. Her flavor on his tongue made him hungry for more. The flexing of her canal made him eager to bury himself inside of her.
Destiny’s fingers clutched his hair at the crown of his head pulling him closer as she opened herself wider for him. He doubled his efforts. He now had a single-minded goal.
Make her come.
Chapter 21
It was well worth it. Destiny decided. Mike had an incredibly talented tongue. Everything about him was talented but his tongue…oh yeah. She would consider that a lethal weapon.
Destiny threw her head back, slightly wincing when she cracked it on the upper cabinet. Then Mike sucked on her clit and she forgot all about pain. All she could focus on again was the pleasure. So much pleasure.
She had a slight fear when Mike pulled away that he was going to reject her. That had hurt more than she thought. Her old insecurity had reared its ugly head. And then he told her he wanted her, and all her insecurities melted away like snow in the spring. She didn’t think past that, just reacted.
Normally she wasn’t so outgoing with her affections, but she had wanted Mike for so long and after making love to him once it wasn’t enough. Had Cora not interrupted them earlier there was a high probability they could have made love right there in the hallway for anyone to see. She had been feeling horny since then. He hadn’t gotten the subtle hints through dinner, so she had become bolder. It obviously paid off with her now splayed open like a virgin sacrifice on the counter.
A thick finger slid in as Mike’s tongue fixated on her clit, sucking and twirling around it. She felt another climax building up. A tightening in her belly. Winding tighter and tighter threatening to break any second. “Come,” At his command she did. That was all she needed to send her body soaring.
He continued licking her through her crisis until the last tremors faded. She should be spent now. Ready to pass out from such an intense orgasm. Instead, she was hungry for more. Having felt him inside her, stroking hidden places, making her quake, she would never be satisfied without feeling him inside as she came.
Don’t get her wrong. His fingers and tongue were amazing, but nothing beat the feel of his big thick cock gliding in and out of her. Stretching her walls to capacity. The slight burn.
Destiny didn’t waste time as Mike stood back up with a cocky grin. Her hands gripped the top of his pants and tore them free. Mike was on the same page because he helped her unzip them and push them down past his groin. Mike hissed out a breath as his cock bobbed free. Poor thing must have been strangling.
Mike fumbled with a condom he’d stashed into his back pocket and sheathed himself. As soon as he was gloved up, he pulled Destiny to the edge of the counter and thrust in with no preamble. She was already wet and slick from his earlier attention, and he slid all the way to the hilt in one thrust.
“I’m sorry,” he groaned as he retreated, only to thrust back in.
She didn’t know what he was apologizing for and at the moment she didn’t care as she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, clinging to him like ivy as he pounded into her. It was a little rough and uncontrolled, but she liked it.
