“Oh, Mark… Right there,” I encourage as he sets a steady rhythm that will have me coming in record time.
When he adds another digit, I can barely form a coherent thought.
It feels beyond words.
He touches me in ways my vibrator never can. It’s been way too long since any man has made me feel like this. Threading my fingers through his hair, I guide him to where I want him most.
Unfortunately, instead of doing what I need, his body shifts, and his fingers withdraw.
“Fuck… Don’t stop…” I plead in protest.
“Have to,” he demands. “These panties are way too sexy to rip to shreds, and I need to taste this beautiful pussy of yours.”
“Well… That I can get on board with.” I laugh. “I am quite fond of them.”
“You and me both, sweetheart.”
Lifting my hips, he quickly assists me in removing them. “Besides… You’d have to take me to Paris to get more.”
“Hmmm…” he ponders as he comes up to cup my cheek, then brushes a tender kiss over my lips. “We never did get to travel. You still got that bucket list we made as kids?”
“I’ve checked a few things off over the years,” I admit with a smirk. “But you know me, I’m always adding to it.”
Holding my gaze, one hand braces himself above me on the bed, while the other returns to stroke my clit. “I can think of a few things I’d like to add to mine.”
“What’s… that?” I ask, but my breath hitches when he presses his fingers deep inside me.
Leaning in, he kisses me once more.
When he pulls back, his challenging smirk that always had me pushing my limits makes an appearance. “I think I’d rather show you the most important item on my list. We can get to the rest later.”
Without a word, he kisses down my body.
His heated breath feels amazing on my skin. His rough whiskers leave a tantalizing sensation and have me begging for more. While he fingers me with one hand, the other pulls the cups of my bra down. When my boobs spring free, he wastes no time trailing kisses from one nipple to the other.
I’m on sensation overload as three incredible things happen at once. One hand slowly slides in and out of my dripping-wet pussy, the other plumps my breast and rolls a thumb over a rock-hard peak, while his wicked mouth sucks my other nipple into his mouth and tugs lightly with his teeth.
An appreciative moan escapes. “Oh… My… Fucking… Mark! What are you doing to me?”
I feel the rumble of his laughter before hearing it. “Somebody still loves nipple play, I see.”
“Suck like that again… Fuck… It feels incredible.”
I’m so close to coming, it’s not even funny.
My core clenches around his fingers, and Mark must feel it because suddenly, his laughter fills the room again. “I’ve barely touched you, Faye. Need me to slow down?”
“Not on your fucking life,” I pant. “If you stop… I might… Die.”
“Well, we wouldn’t want that, now, would we?” He chortles huskily. Trailing kisses along my ribs, he quickly adds, “But… I might die if I don’t taste that sweet pussy of yours.”
That’s the only warning I get.
As his finger still strokes my inner walls, he shifts his body so his shoulders wedge between my thighs.
“I could get on board with that,” I muse, running my fingers into his hair to guide him where I need him most.
I should’ve known better.
