“You’re doing so good,” he murmurs. “Such a tight little cunt, but you open right up for me. Good girl.”
He starts pumping them in and out, using his knuckle to rub my clit at the same time. My hips are rocking against him, moving of their own accord as I chase that friction with almost embarrassing desperation.
“Walker,” I gasp.
“I love it when you say my name, sweetheart. Especially when I’m playing with your pussy. You should feel yourself, so wet and tight and perfect. Getting ready for my cock. Ready to be fucked. I’m gonna take such good care of you.”
He puts his mouth on me again and I lose all sense of space and time. My head is thrown back and my tits are jiggling as he tongues me and makes my whole body shake.
He curls his fingers inside me, right against my g-spot, and it has me seeing stars.He works me with his fingers and mouth.
Every time I make a sound he pays attention to it. Remembers it. Returns to whatever caused it.
When he suckles my clit between his lips, the orgasm slams into me, uncontrollable. Harder than I’ve ever come in my life, more intense than my own fingers or my vibrator has ever made me come.
It’s so different like this, with a man’s mouth actually on me. The heat and wetness of it, the way I have no control over it.
It’s raw and real and I feel totally exposed and vulnerable, not just physically, but emotionally too, coming in front of him like this. Coming undone completely as he can’t take his eyes off me.
I’m barely aware of him almost growling with pleasure as I clamp down on him. He tongues me through the last of the aftershocks and then he’s wrapping a hand around the back of my neck and pulling me down to him for a kiss.
I taste myself on him.
His cock is hard and hot between us.
And suddenly I need to feel him inside me with a desperation that takes me off-guard.
I grasp for him, trying to wriggle myself onto the head of his cock, when he closes a hand around my wrist to stop me.
“Sadie,” he says. A kiss. “This is the part that hurts.”
His gaze on me is deep and serious, even as his pupils are so dilated that the familiar green is almost totally obscured. He’s so turned on right now, eyes gone black with it, and he’s still taking a moment to prepare me. To talk to me. To connect.
I reach up and frame his face in my hands, stubbled jaw under my palms.
“Stop being afraid of pain. Mine or yours.” I stroke his face tenderly, then give him a cheeky smile. “You know how much I love your voice, but now I need you to stop talking and get to the part where you’re inside me.”
He gives me a breathless laugh. I like coaxing them out ofhim. For someone who’s default mode is grumpy and brooding, getting him to laugh feels like a real victory.
“You are such a fucking handful,” he says. And then his hands are moving all over my body, taking those handfuls and then some. “Myhandful.”
Another kiss. Another warm wave of pleasure at the thought of beinghis.
If only for a little while.
I understand now, more than ever, why I’ve been waiting.
For someone who would look at me like this, like I’m everything he’s ever wanted. Who would touch me like my pleasure and happiness in this moment matters more than anything.
He positions himself over me, kissing me, squeezing my breasts, my hips. I can feel the hard length of him between us.He adjusts himself so my thighs are parted around him. And then he slicks the length of himself along my pussy, not penetrating, just coating himself in my arousal. And then his fingers are inside me again, pumping. Stretching me.
My hips buck underneath him. I want more. I need more.
Why won’t he give me what we both want?
I let out a little growl of frustration and he chuckles, low and dark.
“So pretty and innocent on the outside,” he murmurs. “Nobody would ever suspect you’d be panting beneath me. Begging for it and you ain’t ever had it yet. My sweet little virgin. Need your man to fuck you good, is that it?”
