He holds me there for a beat before his guttural,‘Fuck,’and my moan hit the air together as his finger swipes through my slickness.
‘Fuck, that’s it,’ he repeats, his fingers spearing me. ‘Ride my hand, let me feel you like this.’
With just one swipe of his thumb against my clit, my legs begin to twitch.
‘Please,’ I pant almost wordlessly, the sound mostly breath as Mac’s thumb begins to move in small circles. I push against him, needing more—more pressure.More everything
‘One day, I’ll have you like this. Your hot pussy gripping my cock. I’ll spread you out and fuck you with my fingers in time with my cock.’
My insides pulse at the imagery as I realise what he means.Fingers and cock. Both. Inside me.The picture is so dirty. So seductive. ‘Can you come by words and imagination alone?’
His soft chuckle sounds at my ear, and I realise the question wasn’t only in my head.
‘I don’t know about you, but I’ve needed handsandimagination when thinking of you.’
‘Y-you’ve imagined me? While touching yourself?’
‘I’ve imagined fucking you so many times with my cock in my hand. You’re the first thing I think of in the morning. The last thing I see before I sleep. And I will fuck you. But for now, I’ll make do with a taste of your sweetness.’
I almost cry as his fingers move out of my knickers, my body stilling as both thumbs hook the elastic at my hips. With more polish than I can appreciate currently, Mac slides down my body, skimming my underwear down my legs.
From his position behind me, he lifts my ankle, widening my stance. ‘Sweet girl. If only you could see what I see.’ His whisper is just a soft puff of breath between my legs. ‘You’re so pink and delicious. Luscious, I think is the word.’
‘Please,’ I whisper tremulously, desperate to feel him inside me. Desperate for some relief.
‘What is it you want, darlin’? My fingers or my mouth? His words are part tease, part gravel, as his fingers trail the backs of my thighs.
‘Your cock,’ I demand. At some point, I might be embarrassed. At some point, my cheeks will heat at the memory of my brazenness, but for now, I’ll say what I want as my core pulses emptily.
‘All in time, sweetheart.’ His mouth is hot and wet against my cheek, and I cry out as two fingers fill me where I feel hollow.
He works me wetly, the lewd sounds joining those of my pleasure as I cry out, the tone changing as my body edges orgasm. I’m close—so close, my cries taking on the edge of pain as his fingers slip from between my legs. But I don’t have a moment to suffer as, with a groan of appreciation, Mac’s tongue slips between my legs. One long lick and my fingernails are scraping the leather, my thoughts scattering. His hands spread me, his tongue swiping me again and again before he buries himself between my splayed legs. I’m no expert in the realms of sex, but I would have never imagined something could feel so all consuming. So intense. Between his flicking tongue and kissing lips, there’s the brush of stubble. The hint and threat of teeth. His whispered words of how I taste so sweet. How he can’t wait to fuck me. To fill me. How I’m his from now on to keep.
Sweat rolls between my breasts, my fingers damp against the leather of the sofa. God, I want to touch him, feel a building desperation to have him between my legs. I can’t think, can’t focus on anything at all but the intense pressure building inside me.
‘That’s it,’ he rasps, sliding his arm around my thigh to place two fingers against my clit. ‘I can feel you, darlin’, pulsing against my tongue. Let go. Let me feel you come.’
I’ve never wanted to come so hard—needed it like my lungs needs air, and all the while Mac licks and tastes me, as if I’m his only source of sustenance. As if he needs this just as badly as I do.
‘Oh, God. Mac. Please,’ I chant, finding myself widening my stance and thrusting against his fingers as the intensity begins to build. White-hot fire runs through my veins, my body cresting the intensity of the wave.
‘Ohm-myGodohmyGod.’ My voice is hoarse, my chanting barely making sense between the sucking and licking, my hips jerking as I come apart.
‘That’s it, darlin’. Come for me. You’re so sweet on my tongue.’
