He slips another finger inside me and I roll my hips against his hand. I want so desperately to come. Our tongues battle and I know his fingers are slick with my need, and only getting slicker, as he works them in and out and his calloused thumb keeps rolling over my clit. I’m not just getting wetter; I’m getting warmer. The heat starts between my legs, but it spreads everywhere and I start to tingle. My cheeks are flushed and I’m panting, and then I reach down and wrap my hand around his erection, which is throbbing impatiently. The contact makes me shudder. “I want your dick inside me, Avery.”
“And I’ll be inside your tight little pussy soon, I promise.” He kisses me lightly.
I barely notice because I’m so focused on the flutter I feel between my legs with every curl of his fingers inside me.
“But if you come…it’ll be easier.”
I shake my head, which makes me an idiot, because he’s about to give me an orgasm. Why would I argue against that? I rub his cock again and he groans, which I love.
“I’m a big girl. I can take…Oh.Avery…” My argument falls from my lips as he licks one of my nipples again and sucks it into his mouth. And then he’s kissing the flat of my stomach, then the edge of my belly button.
He’s not stopping there. He’s sliding lower between my legs. He bites down on my hip and slides his thick body down a step. I tug on his hair again. Hard. He bites down again. Harder. His fingers are still moving inside me and I’m struggling for breath now. His head dips below my bunched-up skirt.
He kisses my clit, his lips pressing firmly on it, before he opens his mouth and swirls his tongue across it. “Oh, God, Avery. Avery! Oh, Avery.”
That’s it. That’s all it takes. I’m so worked up from his fingers, and it’s been so fucking long since someone made me come, and I’m so unbelievably turned on by him that I break halfway through the second pass of his tongue.
Chapter 15
Avery
I’m almost disappointed that she comes so quickly. But listening to her gasp my name, feeling her pussy suck at my fingers and tasting her need on my tongue makes up for it. I don’t stop until her hips stop twisting and my name stops falling from her lipstick-smeared lips. Then I pull back, kneeling, and shove my jeans down to my knees and grab a condom out of the back pocket.
It’s such a dick move to carry readily accessible condoms, and I fully expect her to call me on it. I can’t remember the last time I carried a condom on me, because I can’t remember the last time I hoped I would have spontaneous sex.
Lizzie and I had sex—not a lot, at least not as much as I’d have expected to have in a relationship—but it was never spontaneous. It was always in the same place: my bed. At the same time: just before sleep. In the same position: missionary. Don’t get me wrong—I don’t mind missionary at all, but I like to mix it up. Lizzie, despite having the tight little body of a cheerleader in a porno, wasn’t all that adventurous.
Anyway, luckily, Steph doesn’t notice. Or if she does, she doesn’t comment. Lowering my body over hers again, I grab my cock, cover it, and ready myself to push my way into the promised land.
I hesitate for just a second because she barely looks conscious after that orgasm. Her head is resting against the hardwood of the step, turned to the left, eyes fluttering open and then closed. She’s so damn gorgeous with her pink cheeks and her heaving breasts and her dark, thick fluttering eyelashes. I can’t help but let my eyes slide lower; because she’s not looking I don’t even try not to admire her naked lower half. Her skirt is still hiked up around her waist.
As I force my eyes back to her face, she’s looking back at me. Well, her eyes are open, but they seem unfocused. I lean over her and brush her hair off her face. I think she might be done for the night. I’d be devastated, but I would never push the issue. If this is all we do tonight, so be it—I’m confident there will be another night. Hopefully a lot of them.
But she reaches up, runs her fingernails over the back of my neck and says in a rough whisper, “I still want you. Inside me.”
Her hand leaves the back of my neck and reaches between us. She holds my sheathed cock in her hand and it jerks at her touch. She smiles softly at that. I lay my body down so our torsos are pressed against each other. I move my face so my lips are against the shell of her ear. “I’m ready when you are. Show me the way, baby.”
She opens her legs wider on either side of my hips and uses her hand to slide my tip over her opening. “I’m so ready,” she whispers back, and as she tilts her hips, I push.
She’s unbelievably tight. Seriously. It’s almost painful. Almost. Not enough to stop or anything. I push a little more and she sighs and rocks her hips, taking more of me with each swivel. The heat, the pressure, the fact that she’s still quivering from the orgasm I gave her with my tongue and fingers is sensation overload. And I swear I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anyone more in my life. She’s acting like she feels the same way as she grips my shoulders and arches off the stairs as she hooks her feet behind my ass. “If I wasn’t so wet and spent from that orgasm, I don’t think I would be able to take all of you. I can barely do it now, but oh, my God, you feel incredible.”
There isn’t a guy in the world who doesn’t want to hear they’re hung and they feel incredible. Not one. And I’ve heard it before, but from her it feels so authentic, like she’s talking to herself and not trying to say the right things to some hockey millionaire she’s trying to impress. I push into her—hard—and she moans, and my eyes roll back in my head.
“Kiss me,” I hear myself beg. She grabs my face in her hands and complies.
As our tongues touch, I keep rocking inside her, my pace picking up speed with every thrust. I’m frantic to get there—and get her there one more time. She grips my shoulders and lets out a soft noise, like a gasp and a moan all at once. I realize she’s about to come again. My body starts to hum. My balls start to tingle. I’m not sure she’s there yet. I want to make sure she’s there but…
“Stephanie. I can’t…You’re too fucking tight. You feel too good. I can’t stop it,” I pant apologetically against her lips.
“Oh, God,” she moans, and her back arches.
“Fuck!” I push so hard into her the wood under us squeaks and her head bumps the step above it. I struggle to keep from collapsing on top of her and crushing her into the stairs. I can’t open my eyes and I feel her lips press to the vein in my neck I know is throbbing and I feel my dick jerk over and over inside her.
When it stills and my pulse starts to regulate, I heave a deep breath. “Holy fuck, Stephanie. I have never come like that in my life.”
“Neither have I,” she confesses against my ear.
I reach up and run my fingers over the top of her head. “Are you okay? I made you hit your head.”
