I’m still surprised at how comfortable I am with him touching me. There’s no urge to recoil or dissociate until it’s all over. With Blake, I’m present and my body craves his attention.
My hips lift at the first swipe of his tongue over my pussy, and I whimper, grateful that he’s not edging me tonight. Our make-out sessions on my couch were torture enough. My fingers tangle in his hair as he works me over with his tongue, my impending orgasm building quickly.He moans, the vibrations sending sparks of pleasure firing through every nerve ending in my body until I’m on the brink of free-falling over the edge.
I rub shamelessly against him, seeking my release. He chuckles, squeezing my hip before sucking my clit into his warm mouth as he presses a finger inside me. I cry out, my pulse racing and pussy fluttering as he brushes my G-spot with every thrust.
My thighs drop open, giving him more access, and when he adds a second finger, the initial burn as he stretches me takes the edge off my impending release. But as I adjust to him, he works harder, faster, until my back arches, and I come with his name on my lips.
He licks me through my release, his fingers still stroking me, until it becomes too sensitive and I whine for him to kiss me.
When his lips find mine, I moan at our combined taste, pressing my tongue deep into his mouth and taking what I need. His fully clothed bulge ruts against my pussy, prolonging the delicious pleasure in my core.
“Too many clothes,” I murmur against his lips, my fingers trailing over his sides until they reach the waistband of his slacks.
Tracing his warm skin over his hips and across his abs, I follow the path down his V, trying to slip under his pants, but they’re too tight. I huff a soft sound of annoyance, and he breaks our kiss, laughing.
“Someone’s a little impatient,” he says, peppering kisses over my nose and cheeks.
I don’t disagree, popping the button and dragging the zipper down. Then slide my hand inside, palming him overhis boxers. He mutters a curse, burying his head in my neck as I rub his hard bulge, my fingers brushing over the five barbells lining the underside of his cock.
“Fuuuck,” he groans, nipping the sensitive skin beneath my ear. “Please tell me you have condoms. I need to be inside you so bad.”
Oh, shit.
My movements stall.
“You don’t have one?” I can’t hide my hopeful tone.
He lifts his head to meet my heated gaze. “I meant it when I said I had no intention of taking things too fast.”
Damn him for being a good guy.
“I haven’t been with anyone except you since my…” I trail off, not wanting to bring up my ex-husband while I’m in bed with another man. “But I wasn’t planning on a… repeat performance.”
He huffs a laugh. “That makes two of us.”
“I’m sorry,” I say with a groan.
His expression softens, and he presses a kiss to my lips. “You have nothing to apologise for, pixie.”
“I made a big deal of you staying.”
“What makes you think I’m going anywhere?”
“But what about…” My fingers brush over his hard cock.
His hips buck into my touch, and he bites down on his lip.
“There are other ways to get off without penetration.”
My cheeks heat, and he laughs.
“How about you worry about kissing me, and let me take care of the rest?”
I run my tongue over my lips and nod.
“Good girl,” he says before fusing our mouths together.
A shiver wracks through me at his praise, but I focus on kissing him, my hands digging into his back as he rocks his hips, rutting his boxer-clad cock against my pussy.
