His fingers find my clit, circling it hard.
“That’s it,” he says gruffly.“You take it so well.Look at you, dripping all over my hand.”
I’m close, and then his hand leaves.
I whine at the loss.
“Not yet.One more first.”
His palm comes down a third time, harder than the first two, and I cry out.“Brant—”
“I know,” he says, his hand immediately returning between my legs.“I know.You did so good for me.”
I hum, too breathless to speak.
He finds my clit, rubbing it firm but slow.A surge of pleasure shoots through me, allowing my body to soften.Then he eases one finger inside me, and I arch with a gasp, my hips jerking at the sudden stretch.
The new angle is strange.I can’t see his face, can’t read his expression.All I can hear is his low groan as he sinks another finger inside.
Suddenly, he picks up the pace.His fingers are moving much faster and deeper now.I wriggle on his lap, feeling my orgasm building.
“Fucking hell,” he mutters.“You like being bent over my lap, don’t you?Like me making your ass pink?”
Then he curls his fingers just right, and I throw my head back.
“Yeeesss!”I cry out.
The orgasm crashes over me.My entire body seizes, and when it finally starts to fade, I’m left boneless and trembling.It makes my chest tight, and my eyes sting.
When I come down from the intense orgasm, he whispers, “You were amazing.”
I nod into the mattress, knowing that it was more than the action but the trust and the connection that made it so powerful.
He strokes my back in a soothing pattern, and I feel his lips brush my shoulder.
I lift my head slowly, twisting to face him.
Then I rise, sliding to the floor between his knees.
My eyes flick up to meet his.He’s watching me with a desire, but it’s laced with something that seems like awe.It’s my turn.“I want to taste you.”
His jaw clenches.“Oh, fuck.That’s another one of my fantasies.Your smart mouth wrapped around my dick.”
He lifts his hips and helps me get them off, his cock springing free.He’s thick, long, and already hard.My mouth waters.
I push him back on the bed until he’s sitting again, one hand braced behind him, the other tugging my hair back from my face.
Wrapping my fingers around the base of him, I squeeze tight.My tongue flicks out as I drag it slowly along his length, watching his reaction.
His eyes roll back.“Yep.Not gonna last.”
That just makes me do it again.
“Fuck,” he hisses, trying to push his hips up.
I grin and finally take him into my mouth slowly.I swirl my tongue, sucking just the tip, then hollow my cheeks and take him deeper.
His fingers tighten in my hair.“Holy fuck.”
